My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The temperature had dropped after the heavy rain.

The air became cool.

As soon as Janet took out the key to open the door, she heard footsteps and the rustling of plastic behind her.

Just as she was about to turn around, a black shadow engulfed her.

Her body stiffened, and her heart began to race in her chest.

‘Oh, God! I hope Ethan has returned home."

She waved her purse to attack, but the tall figure quickly dodged.

The man’s strong body pressed her against the door.

His steady breath blew against her air.

She could feel his rising body temperature.

The man tucked Janet’s long hair behind her ear and gently kissed the back of her neck.

"My husband is inside.If you dare to even lay a finger on me, he will beat you to death!"

Janet’s voice quivered with fear.

"You have another husband?"

finally breathed a sigh of relief.She turned around

was so scared that my heart was in my throat the

"I’m sorry.Let’s go inside."

and

forward and opened the

the apartment, Ethan grabbed her waist, and the

he peppered kisses

strong

much.We agreed to sleep in my room tonight," he

remember

you.Please listen to me. Brandon texted me

red, and she felt itchy.She told Ethan about what

everything, Ethan buried his

willing to help you.I’m sure

understand why Brandon wants to help

said, shaking her

he doesn’t want your personal issues to come in the way of your work.Solving such a trivial problem would be a piece

at him as

whenever she

seemed tolerant of

up

unfathomable eyes bore into

her earlobe, wrapping his arms

would cook a delicious meal for me? Or

if she’d be able to come out after they went