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.

a slight frown, Janet decided to wait

the sandwich in the microwave to heat it up.She

of what had happened

the sound

wearing a simple, clean white T-

prominent nose stuck out more than usual, making him

on her sandwich, Janet looked up at

"Why're you so late?"

I covered his

he spoke, he realized he was getting more and more

night shifts often? I didn't know you could stay up this late all the time," Janet said,

his coat and

get a bite of her sandwich, then he put his arm around her shoulder and

his eyebrows slightly, he

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

silent and looked down,

overtime a lot and was

something happened today," she suddenly said, looking up at him

had happened

the one hand, she thought it was her