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.

friends make some inquiries

wasn’t planning to do that, of

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

by his show of support,

the middle 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, do you think I

of Ethan’s

his throat and casually

deeds in

didn’t resume

she leaned over and

have anything to do with

guilt showing on his face, but he

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

was just

the truth, anyway, he

his fork down and crossed his arms over his

know?" he asked, cool as a

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

I’ve always been fortunate in everything I got myself into.Whenever I encountered trouble at work or other

realizing that she hadn’t found

himself, he picked up his fork

matter where you 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

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

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

then figured if she couldn’t determine what

need to strain herself over something so trivial After dismissing the voice in her head,