The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

Ethan slowly loosened his grip on Janet’s wrist. His slender fingers trailed down her hand and interlaced her fingers.

He kissed her knuckles and smiled. “You have said a lot. Catch some breath now. Is your throat dry?”

Janet was taken aback; she stared at him with wide eyes. A blush crept onto her cheeks. She lowered her gaze, batting her eyelashes.

Ethan didn’t say anything more. He stroked her palm and looked at her shy face. The smile lit up his face; he looked more handsome than ever.

Somehow, the lust in his eyes seemed appealing rather than annoying.

“Tell me something. Would you rather get a loan from a bank than ask me for help?”

“You are no better than I am. You have no money. Even if you have savings, I don’t think it would be enough to pay for the surgery.” Janet smiled and looked at him. Then, she drank the milk and placed the glass on the table.

it was indeed unreasonable for him to offer the money

said, “You should have at least asked me to find a way to help you. I could also ask

have been solving all the problems myself without seeking anyone’s help ever since I was a child.

sense, in a way.” Ethan nodded in understanding. He leaned against the sofa, his hair

its own accord. She nestled in Ethan’s arms and let out a weary sigh. Ethan pulled Janet closer to him and wrapped the blanket around them. “Are

the streets were pitch dark. Only the dim lamps illuminated the road. The wind howled, and the raindrops

of his body seeped into hers. It felt as if he were her own, cozy

Ethan’s chest and inhaled his fresh, manly scent. A contented sigh escaped her lips. Suddenly,

I have folded and kept the clothes in your bedroom.” Ethan moved his arm, pulling her closer

remote control

have to change your habit,” Ethan said, breaking the silence. Janet was engrossed in the film.