My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

It was already half past one when Janet got home that evening.

Quiet as a mouse, she opened the door and crept inside.

Only the sound of the clock ticking on the wall could be heard.

Janet flicked on the light switch.

To her surprise, the sandwich from breakfast was still sitting on the table where she left it, and there was not a beer bottle in sight.

She walked into the living room in her slippers and looked around in confusion, "Ethan?"

It was so late, but Ethan seemed to not have come back yet.

Or was he asleep in his room? Janet had half a mind to knock on his bedroom door, but decided against it on second thought.

She was afraid she'd just wake him up.

In the end, she quietly opened his door and poked her head in.

To her surprise, the room was empty.

decided to wait for Ethan to come back.She wasn't

popped the sandwich in the microwave

she kept thinking of what had happened in the

minutes later, she heard the sound of the key unlocking

a simple, clean white T- shirt underneath

prominent nose stuck out more than usual, making

sandwich, Janet looked up

"Why're you so late?"

colleague was late, so I covered his shift for another half

he realized he was getting more and more skillful at

know you could stay up this late all the time," Janet said,

coat and

craned his neck to get a bite of her

his eyebrows slightly, he

up late.Why are you getting so worked up about me staying up

and looked

a lot and was often late

suddenly said, looking up at him with bright

happened in the

thought it was her responsibility to inform Ethan about