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 do that,

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

intended, Janet felt assured by his show of support, and didn’t pursue the subject

the middle of dinner, however, Janet put down her fork and turned

always appear to rescue me every time I’m

Ethan’s lips

and casually pushed the

lot of good deeds in

Janet didn’t resume

over and narrowed her eyes

have anything to do

on his face, but he composed himself in the

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

was just

anyway, he decided to explain

his fork down and crossed

did you know?" he

her head to the side and

myself into.Whenever I encountered trouble at

her, realizing that she

he picked up his fork and got back

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

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

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

if she couldn’t determine what it was,

was no need to strain herself over something so trivial After dismissing the voice in her head, Janet rolled her