My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

After listening to people praise Charis all day long, Janet returned home with a heavy heart. Ethan was busy cooking in the kitchen when he heard Janet come in. He walked to the living room whilst stirring the egg in the custard bowl.

He looked up at her and asked, “What would you like to have tonight? Shall I make some pasta?”

Janet put down her bag and glanced at him. He was wearing a gray shirt and a pair of slippers. An old apron clung to his torso. He looked like a family man. Janet didn’t know where he learned to cook and be the best partner who looked after his wife. Instead of feeling lucky, a pang of unease settled in her heart. She couldn’t help but wonder if he had cooked for anyone else before and looked at another woman the same way he looked at her, which always made her weak in the knees. Perhaps he had treated Charis the same way in the past.

The multitude of thoughts wrecked Janet’s peace at once.

She glared at Ethan and opened the bedroom door. “Cook whatever you want because you’re going to eat by yourself.”

door, Ethan stood there,

separating them. Ethan couldn’t take it anymore. He felt depressed. He walked to the door, hoping to explain to Janet that he and Charis weren’t close. However, Ethan had already made it clear before. Mentioning it over and

to remain silent. He couldn’t tell Janet that Charis liked him because it would only amplify her insecurity. The situation was a tricky path to tread. The weather gradually turned cold

a quick shower, and lay on the bed, wrapped in a blanket, facing the

Ethan, she closed her eyes, ignoring him. Since Ethan wanted Janet to stay in his room, he practically turned her

beside Janet, resting his head on his arm. The bed

Janet moved away from him, pulling the blanket closer to keep a safe distance from