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.

my friends make some inquiries

wasn’t planning to

matter, and then a few

by his show of support, and didn’t pursue

dinner, however, Janet put down her

not sure why, but I feel like I’ve been very lucky recently.I mean, why does someone always appear to rescue me every

corners of Ethan’s lips lifted

casually pushed the salad bowl towards

of good deeds in

didn’t

she leaned over and narrowed her eyes

me, honestly.Did those things have anything to do

showing on his face, but he composed himself in the next

recall anything that could have exposed his

was just

she had found out the truth, anyway, he

his fork down and crossed his

he

to the side and thought

I married you, I’ve always been fortunate in everything I got myself into.Whenever I encountered trouble at work or other things, the problems were always resolved quickly.It’s

her, realizing that

picked up his fork

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

a voice was

thoughts were currently in a jumble, and she had no

she couldn’t determine what it was, then it

no need to strain herself over something so trivial After