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

"Does it still hurt?"

sob uncontrollably and bury her face into Ethan’s

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

rubbed her back reassuringly and gestured at his men

on the other hand, were in

been an icy cold,

here he was now, wiping the tears of a woman as though he was patiently

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

Janet could

that, the woman stopped

eyes turned

no matter what-even if your eyes are red and puffy.So stop crying.It hurts me to see you

the energy to glare at him, Ethan finally heaved

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

Damn it.

was too good a punishment for the

took a few more minutes for

driver,

a while, the driver finally ran out of

ordering coldly, "Keep him alive.No matter

Ethan’s men dragged

Janet blew her nose and