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.

to press his forehead against hers, He kissed her

"Does it still hurt?"

only sob uncontrollably

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

gestured

men, on the other hand,

been an icy

of a woman as

crying.They won’t look pretty for a while," he whispered

Janet could

that, the woman

eyes turned

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

that she still had the energy to glare at him,

slap marks on her face, his

Damn it.

was too good a punishment for

more minutes for

damned driver,

driver finally ran out of breath

turning to his men and ordering coldly, "Keep him alive.No

minutes later, Ethan’s men dragged the

tissue in her hand, Janet blew her nose and