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

"Does it still hurt?"

couldn’t answer him.She could only sob uncontrollably and bury

as though a boat that had sailed alone for so long had finally found a

reassuringly and gestured at his

the other hand,

had always been an icy

a woman as though he was

and puffy from the crying.They won’t look pretty

Janet could hear

that, the woman

eyes

good no matter what-even if your eyes are red and

had the energy to glare at him,

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

Damn it.

was too good a

a few more minutes for

that damned driver, piercing shrieks echoed

a while, the driver finally ran

coldly, "Keep him alive.No

Ethan’s men dragged

tissue in her hand, Janet blew her nose and wiped her tear-stained