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.

was able to press his forehead against

"Does it still hurt?"

only sob uncontrollably and bury her face into Ethan’s

boat that had sailed alone for so long had finally

and gestured at his men to bring

men, on the other hand, were in a state

been

wiping the tears of a woman as though he was patiently coaxing an aggrieved

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

could

woman

eyes

eyes are red and puffy.So stop crying.It hurts me to see

had the energy to glare at him,

slap marks on her face, his expression darkened

Damn it.

too good a punishment

more minutes for Janet to

castrated that damned driver, piercing shrieks echoed across the

pain for a while, the driver finally ran out of breath

ordering coldly, "Keep

Ethan’s men dragged the driver

blew her