The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

Ethan carefully carried Janet into the car. As he laid her down on the backseat gently, the cool breeze of early autumn blew on her ruddy cheeks.

“Do you know who I am?” he whispered. Seeing Janet in such a state made Ethan feel terrible.

He ran his fingers through Janet’s messy hair. There were two obvious palm marks on Janet’s face, and there was a streak of blood at the corner of her mouth.

His heart ached so much that he didn’t dare to touch Janet’s face. Holding Janet’s shivering body in his arms, he gently tried to comfort her. “It’s okay now. I’m here. You’re safe. Don’t cry.”

Janet clenched the waistcoat of Ethan’s striped suit and looked up at him, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Only then did she return to her senses. She threw herself into Ethan’s arms and sobbed, “Oh, Ethan, it’s really you…”

“Yes, Janet. It’s me.” Ethan was very patient. He gently fixed the suit jacket he put on her and put his arm around her shoulders. With his head slightly lowered, he was able to press his forehead against hers.

He kissed her earlobe gently. “Does it still hurt?”

Janet couldn’t answer him. She could only sob uncontrollably and bury her face into Ethan’s chest.

as though a boat that had sailed alone for so long had finally found

rubbed her back reassuringly and gestured at his men to bring some

other hand, were

man. Yet here he was now, wiping the tears of a woman as though he was patiently

all red and puffy from the crying. They won’t look pretty

that, the woman stopped crying abruptly. Her

and puffy. So stop crying. It hurts me to

eyes landed on the stark slap marks

Damn it.

good a

a few more minutes for Janet to calm down.

castrated that damned driver, piercing shrieks echoed across the forest. After screaming in pain for

and ordering coldly, “Keep him alive. No matter what, get him to tell you who’s

gestured at his

later, Ethan’s