My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

With one last glance around the banquet hall, Garrett surmised that Ethan was no longer in danger of being exposed.

“I’m sorry but I need to help my girlfriend with something. Shall I walk you to your husband?”

With a smile, he gestured in the direction of the gate. After a moment’s consideration, Janet nodded and followed him into the garden.

Ethan was seated in one of the benches outside, his legs crossed, a glass of wine in his hand.

Garrett didn’t linger. He all but fled the scene after escorting Janet to her husband.

“What are you doing out here? Aren’t you cold?” Janet plopped down on the bench opposite Ethan’s with a huff. Her eyes were clouded with disappointment.

She had come here for nothing. She didn’t even get to see Ethan and Brandon together.

He took a sip of his wine as the music from the ballroom started to dwindle down. He heaved an inward sigh of

party was finally coming to an end. Ethan glanced at Janet and found her fiddling with her fingers, seemingly deep

and accepted his

chauffeurs to send the guests home. Wearing a mask, Sean pretended to be the driver

the window. She

just couldn’t stop thinking about the relationship between Ethan and Brandon. She would sneak glances at the man beside

and who was to say that Ethan would

he somehow knew that she was still unaware that he and Brandon were the same person. Otherwise, she would have confronted him there and then.

into his

your mind? Perhaps