My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

"It's just so weird.How can a person disappear without a trace just like that?"

Janet had been pondering the matter for so long, but she still couldn’t figure it out.Her elbows were propped on the table, her dainty little chin resting on the tent of her fingers.She pursed her lips and squinted at the distance as she thought of every possible explanation for her savior’s disappearance.

Ethan emerged from the kitchen with the tableware.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at the tiny furrow between her brows and the slight pucker of her lips.

"Think about it carefully.Maybe you forgot something, or missed some details."

He set their places on the table.

His cooking skills had significantly improved these last few weeks, and tonight, he had volunteered to cook dinner for them two.

"Oh, please."

Janet shot Ethan a glare.

"There’s no way I would forget anything about the person who saved my life."

And then something occurred to her.

"Ethan! You can help me find her, right?" Ethan paused.

He couldn’t let Janet know the existence of this bodyguard, no matter what.He stalled by picking up Janet’s fork and handing it to her.

Although the indoor heating was on, it was still a little cold.

Ethan was wearing a cream turtleneck sweater and lounge pants.He looked cozy and relaxed, with just a hint of his usual debonair elegance.

"All right," he finally said.

make some

planning to

only said it to get her to drop the matter, and then a few days later, he would tell

by his show of support, and didn’t pursue

put down her fork and turned serious all

lucky recently.I mean, why does someone always appear to rescue me every

of Ethan’s lips lifted in

casually pushed the salad bowl

Maybe you’ve done a lot of good deeds in your previous life,

Janet didn’t

she leaned over and narrowed her eyes

honestly.Did those things have anything

skipped a beat.He could feel his guilt showing on his

brains, but couldn’t recall anything that could have exposed his involvement

was just inherently

the truth, anyway, he

fork down and crossed

know?" he

to the side and thought about it for a few

got myself into.Whenever

that she hadn’t found out after

himself, he picked up his fork and

you meet, you’re bound to be fortunate.I won’t refuse your praise, though.If you say that I’m the one who brought you good luck, then who am I to argue? But if that’s

back of Janet’s mind, a voice was telling her that

currently in a jumble, and

then figured if she couldn’t determine what it was,

herself over something so trivial After dismissing the voice in her head, Janet rolled her eyes and