The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

As Ethan’s hand slid under her dress and touched her panties, he felt something like a sanitary napkin.

His hands stilled; he jerked up his head and looked at her.

“Are you on your period?”

Janet leaned against his arm, gasping for breath. Her face turned scarlet. “I told you to wait,” she said, looking away.

Ethan did some mental math and realized it was indeed time for her period.

He sighed and stepped back, wrapping the quilt around Janet. “When will you…”

“In three days.”

Ethan stroked her hair. Then, he buried his head in her chest and took a deep breath. “You smell good.”

A few minutes later, Ethan stood up and kissed the corner of her lips. His bloodshot eyes bore an unreadable emotion.

“All right.” He swallowed and cleared his throat. “Go to bed early. I’m going to shower.”

not easy to contain the desire

peak. Unfortunately, he couldn’t continue because Janet was on her period. Ethan could feel his blood rushing southward. It felt as if he were about

clumsily stood up, grabbing his

but her flawless face. Her watery eyes met Ethan’s. She pursed her lips that still tingled after all

beauty could easily arouse men’s desire to protect and

“No wonder you were very cooperative today,” he whispered,

until his raging hormones subsided. After making sure Ethan

went to work with a grumpy look on her face. The ferocity of his gaze and

the meeting, Garrett walked up to him and asked, “How’s it going,

jaw tightened, and his brows furrowed as he looked at Garrett. “Stop gossiping,

to know what’s going on

at a glance that something was wrong

of persuasion, Ethan finally told him what happened last night. Hearing that,

use

at Garrett, ignoring

Janet went to the supermarket