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.

his wine as the music

glanced at Janet and found her fiddling with her fingers, seemingly deep in thought.

her back to her senses. Janet nodded and accepted his hand. There was no point

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

eyes fixed outside the window. She remained quiet and dejected throughout the

thinking about the relationship between Ethan and Brandon. She would sneak glances at the man beside her from time to time. Janet considered asking him

easy question, after all, and who was to say that Ethan

he and Brandon were the same person. Otherwise, she would have confronted him there and then. Ethan reached over and closed the window on her side. A slight tension

into his

there something in your mind? Perhaps something you would like to ask