My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Ethan immediately closed the door.He ran into the bathroom to wet the towels, which he then draped over Janet and himself "What would cause this fire? There’s no one else on our floor, and I’m pretty sure the 21st floor is empty as well…"

Janet coughed, her eyes tearing up from all the heavy smoke she couldn’t fathom why this was happening.

Their apartment was on the top floor, and no one else lived beside or below their unit. The fire had escalated at this point, and a dark cloud of smoke spread through the corridor, turning the place into a hot oven.

"Shh, it’s okay," Ethan comforted her.

"Someone must have called 911; the firefighters should be on their way. They'll be here soon."

His face was glistening with sweat, with drops trickling from his chin.

"I’ll go and check how bad it is out there.Let me see if we have a way to escape on our own.Stay here and watch yourself, okay? Make sure you don’t get burned."

"Ethan!" Janet grabbed his arm in a vise-like grip.

"Be careful."

He hiked up her towel over her head and said, "I will.Don’t worry."

With that, Ethan pulled the door open and disappeared into the dark.

As the fire had come from the floor below, the stairs were naturally out of the question.

either. Judging by how fiercely the fire raged, Ethan

their neighborhood had always been commended by the community for its fire

intentional. He was

staring at the clock on the

ten minutes, and he

restless and panicked, she opened the door and screamed into the burning

"Ethan!"

the thick smoke and

you to stay put, didn’t I?"

going to have to make a

was worried

Janet wailed, feeling aggrieved.

the ash in the air, but it

ever,

the wrist and pulled her into the

took out his phone and dialed

a brief conversation with the emergency responder,

was only one

another moment’s hesitation, Ethan called

longer caring about having his identity exposed Janet froze, stunned at what

but he had already dashed into the