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.

as the music from the ballroom started to dwindle down.

coming to an end. Ethan glanced at Janet and found her fiddling with her fingers, seemingly deep in thought. He walked over and held out

Janet nodded and accepted his hand. There was no point in staying when Brandon had

and chauffeurs to send the guests home. Wearing

the backseat, her eyes fixed outside the window.

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

wasn’t an easy question, after all, and who was to say that Ethan would tell

the moment she had joined him back at the garden. And yet, 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. Ethan reached over and closed the window on her side. A slight tension fell in the

Janet into

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