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

to do that, of

drop the matter, and then a few days later, he would tell Janet that they

his show of support, and didn’t pursue the subject

Janet put down her fork and

appear to rescue me every time I’m in danger? Ethan, do you think I should buy a lottery

of Ethan’s lips lifted

throat and casually pushed the salad

lot of good deeds in your previous life, and this is your

didn’t

she leaned over and narrowed

those things have

feel his guilt showing on his face,

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

wife was just inherently

truth, anyway, he decided

and crossed his arms

know?" he asked, cool as

to the side and thought

always been fortunate in everything I got myself into.Whenever I encountered trouble at work

that

picked up his fork and

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 the case, then shouldn’t you be thanking me for the

the back of Janet’s mind, a voice was telling her that she had missed

to discover what it was, but her thoughts were currently in a jumble, and she had no

couldn’t determine what it was, then

need to strain herself over something so trivial After dismissing