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,

their neighborhood had always been commended by the

was definitely intentional. He

staring at the clock on the wall

ten minutes, and he still

she opened the door and screamed into the burning

"Ethan!"

thick smoke and pushed her back

stay put, didn’t I?"

to have to make a run

worried about

Janet wailed, feeling aggrieved.

patches from the ash in the air, but

dashing as ever, despite

the wrist and pulled her into

out his phone and

brief conversation with the emergency responder, he looked to Janet and considered

only

moment’s hesitation,

caring about having his identity exposed Janet froze, stunned at what she had just

already dashed into the bathroom and was dousing his body