My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

For a second, Ethan was at a loss, But then a thought occurred to him. In a low voice, he whispered to her, “Everyone’s staring. Just text him a ‘thank you’ message. You don’t have to keep staring at the men’s room. People might think you’re a pervert.”

Only then did Janet realize that everyone who passed by the bathroom had looked at her strangely. Perhaps it was because she looked as though she was guarding the door.

“Fine, I’ll text him.”

Then she took out her phone and tapped away, typing out a message to Brandon. Sure enough, when she hit send, the phone in Ethan’s pocket vibrated. He didn’t dare to take out his phone to check the message she texted him just now. The text remained unread.

She had sent him two messages, but they were both unread.Wouldn’t Brandon check his phone in the men’s room? Why were her texts still unread?

“I’m a little worried. Do you think something bad happened to him? Should we ask the staff to go in and check if he’s alright in there?” Janet turned to Ethan worriedly.

“What if he fainted?” Ethan closed his eyes. His temples throbbed.

from the look on Janet’s face, it looked like she wouldn’t leave until she

then, Garrett showed

unbuttoned his two suit buttons and

a long time. I’m starting to worry about him. Can you ask someone to go in and check if he’s alright?” Panic was written all over Janet’s pretty face, her eyes wide with

call someone

occurred to him.

Larson Group? I heard from Tiffany that the design department is preparing for the winter collections

forced a smile, although internally, his stomach was doing flip-flops. If he couldn’t get Ethan out of this sticky situation as soon

to matters about work, Janet was serious. After giving it some though, she turned to Ethan and held up

Mr. Harding.