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.

in there,” Ethan replied softly. He took a sip of his wine as the music from the ballroom

Ethan glanced at Janet and found her fiddling with her fingers, seemingly

voice jolted her back to her senses. Janet nodded and accepted

pre-arranged for cars and chauffeurs to send the guests home. Wearing a mask, Sean pretended to be the driver and opened the door for

backseat, her eyes fixed outside the window. She remained quiet and dejected

and Brandon. She would sneak glances at the man beside her from time to time. Janet considered asking him once and for all, but

after all, and who was to say that Ethan would tell

him back at the garden. And yet, he somehow knew that she was still unaware that he and Brandon

gathered Janet into his arms.

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