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 sleepy

had happened, she was wide awake.She popped the sandwich in the microwave to heat it up.She settled

while, she kept thinking of

heard the sound

simple, clean white T- shirt

prominent nose stuck out more than usual, making him look even more

on her sandwich, Janet looked up

"Why're you so late?"

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

realized he was getting more and

you have night shifts often? I didn't know you could stay up

off his coat and sat next to

neck to get a bite of her

his eyebrows

getting so worked up about

looked down, feeling a bit sheepish.He

overtime a lot and was often late to

she suddenly said, looking

she relayed what had happened in the elevator

the one hand, she thought it was her