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.

something important he needed to

that he almost pushed Janet away.He stood up,

is it? Spit

into

on the other end of the line was one of the subordinates

voice sent shivers down his

thing… After interrogating the driver, he confessed that it was Fiona Lind who paid

"I see."

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

serious.You should probably deal with it

his sake, Janet didn’t think they should

driver was hired to hurt you," he

red, swollen lips and whispered, "And

his lips against hers fiercely.She parted her lips to let him in, enduring the man’s

intertwined, filling

"Wait, wait… Fiona?"

incoherently, still in a daze from Ethan’s

had never treated her well,

her fists, her nails

help but feel a mix of

really