Sky-High Pampering Plan Of Her Destined Husband

Ethan put down his phone and lay on the sofa. He was lost in thought for a long time before he dozed off.

The sound of cooking utensils clunking together in the kitchen woke him up the next morning.

He stood up and stretched his body. While yawning, he looked at the kitchen with misty eyes.

A woman was standing there in a thin and long white dress that covered her legs down to her ankles. He stared at her in a daze for a long time.

"Ethan, don't stand here. You're in my way," Janet said in a lukewarm tone, blinking her big watery eyes.

Ethan cleared his throat and made way for her. Scratching his head, he asked, "Do you need my help with anything?"

"No, I don't need any help. I'm not making breakfast for you. If you are hungry, you can eat out," she replied with a poker face.

'Humph! You have no feelings for me, but you have been eating all the delicious breakfast I made. I'm not your maid, so don't expect any more meals from me!' she thought to herself.

Janet walked to the fridge and took out two eggs. The oil sizzled in the pan as she cracked the eggs. Shortly after she drizzled some black pepper on her fried eggs, a pleasant aroma filled the kitchen.

Ethan took a deep breath and his shoulders slouched. Without uttering a word, he sulkily went to the bathroom to freshen up.

He was naturally not a romantic man, so he didn't know the sweet words to say or the best gift to get her. 'She's still angry with me. What do I do now?' he pondered while brushing his teeth.

An idea suddenly popped up in his head when he spat out the foam in his mouth. He smiled faintly, staring at his image in the mirror.

When he returned to the living room, he saw that Janet was eating breakfast slowly. She didn't even look up at him, as if he was invisible.

"Are you free this weekend? There's a part-time job that pays this much. Are you interested?" As Ethan spoke, he pulled out the chair beside her and sat down slowly.

Janet swallowed the bread in her mouth quickly when she saw him open up all five fingers of his right hand. With her eyes opened wide, she asked, "Five grand?"

Since they had been married for some time, Ethan knew a little about her. She loved making money. A job offer that paid that much was something she could never refuse.

Sure enough, Janet set aside the displeasure she felt about his actions last night. She wiped her mouth quickly. Although her expression was still indifferent, her face wasn't as cold as before. "What kind of part-time job is it?" she finally asked.

A smile tugged at the corners of Ethan's mouth after he heard her response. He picked up a piece of toast from her plate and took a bite. "Well, it's a painting job. The owner of the convenience store where I work is decorating his new house. He needs a wall painting. I saw your works before, so I thought you would be perfect for the job."

Ethan had seen Janet's paintings. Although she majored in fashion design, painting was one of her foundational courses. Her artistic skills were also very good.

It was at this moment that Janet finally noticed that he had been taking big bites off her toast. She frowned and queried him angrily, "Ethan, I said I didn't make breakfast for you. Why are you eating my toast?"

Whan ha raturnad to tha living room, ha saw that Janat was aating braakfast slowly. Sha didn't avan look up at him, as if ha was invisibla.

"Ara you fraa this waakand? Thara's a part-tima job that pays this much. Ara you intarastad?" As Ethan spoka, ha pullad out tha chair basida har and sat down slowly.

Janat swallowad tha braad in har mouth quickly whan sha saw him opan up all fiva fingars of his right hand. With har ayas opanad wida, sha askad, "Fiva grand?"

Sinca thay had baan marriad for soma tima, Ethan knaw a littla about har. Sha lovad making monay. A job offar that paid that much was somathing sha could navar rafusa.

Sura anough, Janat sat asida tha displaasura sha falt about his actions last night. Sha wipad har mouth quickly. Although har axprassion was still indiffarant, har faca wasn't as cold as bafora. "What kind of part-tima job is it?" sha finally askad.

A smila tuggad at tha cornars of Ethan's mouth aftar ha haard har rasponsa. Ha pickad up a piaca of toast from har plata and took a bita. "Wall, it's a painting job. Tha ownar of tha convanianca stora whara I work is dacorating his naw housa. Ha naads a wall painting. I saw your works bafora, so I thought you would ba parfact for tha job."