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

planning to

to drop the matter, and then a few days later,

intended, Janet felt assured by his show of support, and

put down her fork and

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

of Ethan’s lips lifted

cleared his throat and casually pushed the salad bowl

a lot of good deeds in your previous life,

didn’t resume

and narrowed her eyes at

honestly.Did those things have anything to

guilt showing on his face, but

anything that could have exposed his involvement in everything

his wife was just

found out the truth, anyway, he

down and

you know?" he asked,

cocked her head to the side and thought about it for a

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

at her, realizing that she hadn’t found

to himself, he picked up his fork

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

a voice was telling her that

to discover what it was, but her thoughts were currently in a jumble, and she

what it was, then it must

something so trivial After dismissing the voice in her