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.

Janet decided to wait for Ethan

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

thinking of what had happened in

heard the

a simple, clean white T- shirt underneath

nose stuck out more than usual, making him look

sandwich, Janet looked up

"Why're you so late?"

his shift for another half an hour,"

spoke, he realized he was getting more and more skillful

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

shrugged off his coat

He craned his neck to get a bite of her sandwich, then he put his arm around her shoulder

eyebrows slightly,

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

looked down, feeling a bit

lot and was often late to

way, something happened today," she suddenly said,

relayed what had happened

she thought it was her responsibility to