My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet’s anger was still flickering inside her.

Talking to Ethan was the last thing she wanted to do now.She picked up the phone and said coldly, "I’m having dinner with a client.I’ll call you back later."

She then hung up the phone before Ethan could say a word.

The busy tone that came after his wife’s statement made Ethan’s face darken.He didn’t expect her to react like this.His fingers tightened around the phone as his heart sank.

"Can’t you drive faster?" he asked in a low, but impatient voice.

The atmosphere in the car instantly became tense.This question made the driver’s palms sweaty all of a sudden.

He sensed Ethan’s mood and didn’t dare to disobey him.He stepped on the gas and maneuvered through the vehicles on the road.

Meanwhile, in the restaurant, a waiter just served the dishes at the table of Janet and Kent.

The tantalizing aroma wafted into their nostrils.

The colors of the food made them look so tempting.

However, none of these moved Janet.She didn’t have an appetite for it due to her fury.She just kept forking the steak on the plate in a bid to vent her anger.

"Ouch! That hurts!" Kent cried out, holding his chest.

It wasn’t until this moment that Janet came to her senses.She looked up at him and asked in confusion, "What’s wrong?"

speaking up for the steak on your plate.If it could talk, it

You’re so childish," said Janet, rolling

had several bright-red marks amidst its crusty brown exterior.Her anger no longer blinded

a joke about it.He quietly cut

steak with his and began cutting

to fill your stomach.You can worry about whatever that is bothering you later.But you can’t eat steak like that.They make the best steak here.Have a

nudge and thoughtful help, Janet still couldn’t bring herself to eat.Her anger

see.Why don’t you eat both servings since it’s so good?" she

her.He set down his cutlery and picked

for your thoughts? Tell me what bothers you.How about drowning your

was a cunning man.He knew that alcohol could easily intoxicate

he wanted to make things easier by

if I can make her drunk, it would be convenient for

at him with her eyes gleaming with

had an extremely low tolerance

drinking.She had learned a lesson from what happened the last time.So, she

you will get drunk?" A sinister glint flashed

it’s not that.I have a stomach problem, so I can’t

worry.The alcohol percentage in this wine it’s very low.It won’t upset your stomach.Just take it.I assure you that it would get rid of your dull spirit." Kent put the glass of wine in front

Mr.Perkins.I don’t want to risk

pushed it back, and