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.

press his forehead against

"Does it still hurt?"

sob uncontrollably and bury her face

was as though a boat that had sailed alone for so long had

gestured

men, on the other hand, were

been an

the tears of a woman as though

from the crying.They won’t look pretty for a while," he whispered in a low

could hear

the woman stopped crying

teary eyes turned

look good no matter what-even if your eyes are red and puffy.So stop

energy to glare at him, Ethan

his eyes landed on the stark slap marks on her face,

Damn it.

good a punishment for

few more minutes for

men castrated that damned driver,

the driver finally ran out of breath and fell silent, whimpering

"Keep him alive.No matter what, get him to tell you

minutes later, Ethan’s men dragged the

Janet blew her