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.

been something important he

that he almost pushed Janet away.He stood up,

is it? Spit

barked into

the other end of the line was one of the subordinates he had ordered to investigate the whole

voice sent shivers

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

"I see."

out of the tub.She had wrapped a bath towel around

should

didn’t

was hired to hurt you," he said

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

react, Ethan pressed his lips against hers fiercely.She parted her lips to let him in,

filling the bathroom with hot

"Wait, wait… Fiona?"

incoherently, still in a daze from

this name: Although Fiona had never treated her well, Janet didn’t

nails dug into her

feel a mix of anger

must really