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.

elevator, either. Judging by how fiercely the fire raged,

their neighborhood had always been commended by the community for its

disaster was definitely intentional. He was

had been staring at the clock on the wall since

ten minutes, and he still

she opened the

"Ethan!"

emerged from the thick smoke and pushed her

stay

going to have to make

worried

Janet wailed, feeling aggrieved.

in the air, but

ever, despite

by the wrist and pulled her into the bedroom, closing the door

took out his phone and dialed

conversation with the emergency responder, he looked

only

hesitation,

caring about having his identity exposed Janet

Ethan, but he had already dashed into the