My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Saturday morning Early that morning, after cooking some nutritious broth, Janet delivered it to the hospital

She had become just like a supervisor, making sure that Ethin ate on time every single day when Trank came to visit Ethan, he even joked that he had never seen anyone gain so much weight after being hospitalized

Once Janet was finished feeding Ethan, she started cleaning up the table. She tied her long hair into a ponytail. revealing her neckline She looked particularly charming at this moment.

Than’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he grabbed her wrist.

His chtite body was bandaged, so only his hands could move.

“Do your wounds hunt Janet asked worriedlyEthan stroked her fingers gently if he had more strength right now, he’d pull her into his arms and kiss her passionately

Janet had no idea just how attractive she was to him right now

“Come here,” Ethan said, restraining his urges,

eyes widened in confusion but she

they heard a knock coming from the

glanced at the door, frowning at the sight of Patrick. The man was donned in a suit, followed by his assistant The latter was carrying several gifts

him.

beckoned his assistant to put the gifts on the table. With his hands behind his back, he said in a heavy nasal voice, “Ethan, is that how you’re supposed to speak to

appeared to be serious, but in truth, he felt proud to see the man his son had grown to become. It was apparent that Ethan had become tougher, stronger than before, and his tone was just as imposing

and continued to clean the table. She didn’t like the Lesters; in fact, she disliked anyone

watching her clean the table beside Ethan, Patrick guessed that she

with a condescending stare. Janet pursed her lips, glanced at Ethan, put away

before she could leave, Ethan

my wife. Whatever you have to say to me, she has the right to hear it too. Now, if you wish to say

did the helicopter of

Janet’s wrist, put his hands behind his head, and nonchalantly replied, “The Lester family is powerful, isn’t it? You should figure out the reason already, so why bother asking me? Besides, the incident

the bed, offering not a shred of fatherly love. “Do you think I’ll believe