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

"Does it still hurt?"

him.She could only sob uncontrollably and bury her face into Ethan’s

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

back reassuringly and gestured at his men to bring some

the other hand, were in

always been an icy cold,

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

won’t look pretty for a

Janet could hear

the woman stopped

teary eyes

if your eyes are red and puffy.So stop crying.It

she still had the energy to glare at him, Ethan finally

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

Damn it.

too good a punishment for the

few more minutes for Janet to calm down.She

that damned driver, piercing shrieks echoed across

screaming in pain for a while, the driver finally ran out of breath and fell silent,

ordering coldly, "Keep him alive.No matter

minutes later, Ethan’s men dragged the driver

Janet blew