My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Ethan carefully carried Janet into the car.

As he laid her down on the backseat gently, the cool breeze of early autumn blew on her ruddy cheeks.

"Do you know who I am?" he whispered.

Seeing Janet in such a state made Ethan feel terrible.

He ran his fingers through Janet’s messy hair.

There were two obvious palm marks on Janet’s face, and there was a streak of blood at the corner of her mouth.

His heart ached so much that he didn’t dare to touch Janet’s face.

Holding Janet’s shivering body in his arms, he gently tried to comfort her.

"It’s okay now.I’m here.You’re safe.Don’t cry."

Janet clenched the waistcoat of Ethan’s striped suit and looked up at him, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Only then did she return to her senses.

She threw herself into Ethan’s arms and sobbed, "Oh, Ethan, it’s really you…"

"Yes, Janet.It’s me."

Ethan was very patient.He gently fixed the suit jacket he put on her and put his arm around her shoulders.

his head slightly lowered, he was able to press

"Does it still hurt?"

couldn’t answer him.She could only sob uncontrollably

had sailed alone for so long had finally found a harbor amidst a

gestured at his

hand, were in a

always been an icy cold, serious

wiping the tears of a woman as though he was patiently

all red and puffy from the crying.They won’t look pretty for a while," he

could

the woman stopped crying

teary eyes turned

babe.You look good no matter what-even if your eyes are red

she still had the energy to glare at him, Ethan finally heaved a sigh

on the stark slap

Damn it.

good a punishment for the

few more minutes for Janet to calm down.She was really

that damned driver, piercing shrieks echoed

the driver finally ran

ordering coldly, "Keep him alive.No matter what, get him to

few minutes later, Ethan’s men dragged the

in her hand, Janet blew her nose and wiped her tear-stained