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.

able to press his forehead

"Does it still hurt?"

only sob uncontrollably and

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

rubbed her back reassuringly and gestured at his men to bring

men, on the other hand, were

always been an icy

the tears of a

the crying.They won’t look pretty for

could

that, the woman stopped

eyes turned

your eyes are

the energy to glare at him, Ethan finally heaved a sigh

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

Damn it.

was too good a punishment for

for Janet to calm down.She was

that damned driver, piercing shrieks

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

and ordering coldly, "Keep him alive.No matter what, get him to tell you who’s behind

minutes later, Ethan’s men dragged

tissue in her hand, Janet blew her nose