My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Suddenly, the sound of a phone ringing interrupted them.

"Fuck!"

With eyes as cold as ice, Ethan cursed in a low voice.He was just inches away from achieving his goal, but the phone call got in his way.

"Don’t you want to answer that?"

The ringing phone jolted Janet back to reality.She raised her head to peer at him curiously.

But instead of answering her right away, Ethan kissed her earlobe, sucking at it and nibbling it.His hand reached up to cup and squeeze her breast, and he said fiercely, "Not really."

Ever since he had moved in with Janet, he had become hot tempered.

Janet snorted and rolled her eyes.

After a while, the phone stopped ringing and the bathroom fell silent.

Ethan eagerly went back to kissing her lips passionately.He ordered in a hoarse voice, "Spread out your legs."

But before Janet could oblige, the phone rang again, echoing against the bathroom tiles.

It kept ringing incessantly, without any signs of stopping.It seemed that the person on the other end of the line was very anxious.

important he

Janet away.He stood up, got out of the bathtub, and picked up the

is it? Spit it

barked into the

of the line was one of the subordinates he had ordered to investigate the

voice sent

Here’s the thing… After interrogating the driver, he confessed that it

"I see."

and saw that Janet had already climbed out of the tub.She had wrapped a bath towel around her

happened? It sounded serious.You should probably deal with

didn’t think they

driver was hired to hurt you,"

around her slim waist.He looked down at her red, swollen lips and whispered, "And

Ethan pressed his lips against hers fiercely.She parted her

tongues intertwined, filling the bathroom with hot

"Wait, wait… Fiona?"

in a daze

never treated

her fists, her nails dug into her

feel a mix of anger and

must really hate