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.

have my friends make some

to

it to get her to drop the matter, and then a few days later, he would tell Janet that they had no leads about her

felt assured by his show of support, and didn’t

of dinner, however, Janet put down her fork and turned serious

why does someone always appear to rescue me every time I’m in danger? Ethan,

of Ethan’s lips lifted in

throat and casually

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

didn’t

over and narrowed her

have anything to do with

on his face, but he composed himself in the next

recall anything that could have exposed his

wife was

out the truth, anyway, he decided to

his fork down and crossed his arms over

you know?" he asked, cool as

to the side and thought about

got myself into.Whenever I encountered trouble at work or other things, the problems were always resolved quickly.It’s

realizing that she hadn’t found out

he picked up his fork and got back to

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

voice was

thoughts were currently in a jumble,

couldn’t determine what it was, then it must be

something so trivial After dismissing the voice in her head, Janet rolled