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.

The car stopped at a restaurant famous for its black truffle dishes in

“Mr. Lester.”

might be more powerful than she had thought. Perhaps they were

kind of treatment. After entering the private room, he simply

didn’t pretend to be polite anymore

looked at

earlier, so only now did Ritchie

and comfortable, but there was a certain tenacity in her eyes, which was likely to arouse

had seen countless beautiful women in his lifetime, but he usually didn’t bother to waste

him. Janet wasn’t his

uncomfortable under

Ritchie handed the overflowing cup