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.

was indeed unreasonable for him to offer the money for

at least asked me to find a

been solving all the problems myself without seeking anyone’s help ever since I

the sofa, his hair bouncing with every move. “Come here,” he said,

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 you cold? Do you want me to get

Only the dim lamps illuminated the road. The wind howled,

him. The warmth of his body seeped into hers.

lips. Suddenly, her eyes sprang open.

his arm, pulling her closer to him, making her lean on his

up the remote control and switched to a horror movie.

habit,” Ethan said, breaking the silence. Janet was engrossed in the film. Hearing his