My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The sight of tears in Janet’s eyes made Ethan panic. The whole world knew him for his decisiveness, but when he saw Janet’s tears, he didn’t know what to do.

Ethan pulled a tissue from a box on the top of the dashboard and wiped the tears from her face. Then, in a soft voice, he said, “When did I ever say that I didn’t want you to be Brandon’s wife? I told you that I didn’t say anything in the beginning because I was afraid it would put you in danger. Later on, as time went by, I couldn’t tell you because I thought you would be angry at me.”

Janet took the tissue from Ethan’s hand and sniffled slightly, raising her tearful eyes before she replied, “I’m not worthy to be Brandon’s wife.”

A gust of cold wind blew through the window, driving chills down Janet’s body Ethan closed the window, took off his coat, and wrapped it around her body before sitting back on the driver’s seat. He held the steering wheel with one hand and sat there silently for a moment as if he was thinking before he said, “Who told you that?”

Finally, at long last, he knew what was troubling Janet. She looked down to avert his eyes and said nothing Ethan rested his face in the palm of his hand and sighed exasperatedly. He glared down at her, shaking his head in frustration

he had no choice but to patch things up with

he truly felt sorry for her. All of a sudden, Ethan couldn’t help but recall the days they

have to track their living

nagging and didn’t mind being yelled at by her

that he was nothing but a puppet whose strings

to fulfill my mother’s dying wish, but then I truly fell in love with you. And since then, I’ve loved you unconditionally. If I wanted to marry the daughter of a rich and

think that Ethan was a frivolous man who never took anything

she could see that he was speaking the truth. When she locked eyes with him, her breathing became erratic and

looked away, not knowing how to respond to the intensity of Ethan’s