My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

A bodyguard opened the car door. After waiting for Janet to get into the car, Ritchie got in and sat next to her

Jonot looked out the window uneasily. She could feel Ritchie’s intense gaze burning a hole on the back of her head.

Just to be safe, Janet secretly texted Ethan, telling him that Ritchie had come to her. Minutes had passed and her phone still didn’t buzz. Perhaps Ethan was busy.

Janet put away her cell phone and sat up straight. She was used to this. After all, Ethan was probably busy unloading goods in the convenience store. Ritchie’s eyes wandered over Janet’s body and a faint smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

“Are you texting Ethan? My dear sister-in-law, there’s no need to be nervous. It’s just a simple meal between family members.”

Janet looked up at Ritchie. Only then did she realize that there was some resemblance between him and Ethan.

“No. I was just wondering if my friend has got home safely,” Janet said with a gentle yet alienating smile.

her, Ritchie snorted and stopped talking. The car stopped at a restaurant famous for its black truffle dishes in Seacisco. The waiter at

“Mr. Lester.”

be more powerful than she had thought. Perhaps they were

it seemed like Ritchie was used to this kind of treatment. After entering

anymore when it was just him

his long legs crossed, Ritchie looked

earlier, so only now did Ritchie get a clear look at

was smooth and flawless. Overall, she looked clean and comfortable, but there was a certain tenacity in her eyes, which was likely to arouse a man’s

his lifetime, but he usually didn’t bother to waste time

pounce at any chance to be with him. Janet wasn’t his type, but she was Ethan’s wife, which was enough to pique Ritchie’s interest

felt very uncomfortable under his

handed the overflowing cup to her then refilled his own cup.