Sky-High Pampering Plan Of Her Destined Husband

The expression on Ethan's face frightened Janet. Her heart leaped to her throat.

She took a piece of tissue and wiped her lips, pretending to be calm. "Why are you stopping me?" I'm in urgent need of money now; I have no other choice."

Ethan's eyes smoldered with anger. "How much money do you want? I'm your husband. If you're going through any problems, why can't you tell me? Why would you do something like that?"

Janet had been short of money ever since she was a child.

Tears welled up in her eyes. She took a deep breath and looked at him. "We are husband and wife only to the outside world. You have already said that we shouldn't interfere in each other's business. What makes you think I'd share my problems with you and even ask for money?"

Her words silenced Ethan.

He rubbed his brows, and his chest tightened with unease. He stood up and looked at her. "Let's calm down first and then solve this problem."

Ethan closed the door and went out. The cold summer breeze and the chirping of cicadas filled the air.

Ethan took a deep breath, and the sweet scent of roses filled his nostrils. Janet had planted them on the balcony.

Ethan leaned against the door as the moonlight kissed his soft features.

Ethan realized that he had crossed the line tonight.

Before they got married, he never liked his bride-to-be and didn't intend to be her husband.

However, his impression of her changed. He seemed to like her more with every passing day.

Ethan ran a hand through his hair and let out a weary sigh.

He couldn't understand when he had started caring about her so much.

He rubbed his temples and closed his eyes, trying to suppress his incomprehensible emotions.

Janet stood at the table and picked up the tableware. Just then, the door flew open, and Ethan walked toward her and took the tableware from her hand. "I'm going to wash them."

"Why did you come back?" Janet thought he wouldn't come back, so she grabbed the plates and held them tightly in her arms in a fit of pique. The oil from the vessels had stained her clothes. "You don't need to wash them. I'm afraid you will only break them," she said.

"Why did I come back? You want me to let you cry here alone?" Seeing her bloodshot eyes, Ethan's eyes darkened. He raised his hand to touch her cheek.

"Don't touch me! I'm not crying!" Shocked, Janet stepped back. Her eyes were red and puffy. She stared at Ethan fearlessly.

Ethan felt dejected. Janet was like a delicate flower that would wither if he forced her.

Ethan put his arms on the table, trapping her in place. He leaned closer and stared into her eyes. "Don't do the drug trial. Maybe you will get other income soon. Please listen to me," he said softly.