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.

he was able to press his forehead against hers, He kissed her earlobe

"Does it still hurt?"

only sob uncontrollably

alone for so long

her back reassuringly and gestured at

men, on the other hand,

had always been an icy

a woman as though he was

won’t look pretty

Janet could

woman

eyes

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

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

his eyes landed on the stark slap marks on

Damn it.

too good a punishment for

took a few more minutes for Janet to

castrated that damned driver, piercing

screaming in pain for a while, the driver finally ran out

"Keep him alive.No matter what, get him

Ethan’s men dragged the driver

in her hand, Janet blew