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.

had sailed alone for

and gestured at his

hand, were in a state of

here he was now, wiping the tears of a woman as though he was patiently coaxing

They won’t look pretty

woman stopped crying abruptly. Her teary eyes turned

what—even if your eyes are red and puffy. So stop crying. It hurts me to see you cry.” Seeing that she still had the energy to glare at

when his eyes landed on the stark slap marks on

Damn it.

was too good a punishment for

took a few more minutes for Janet to calm down. She

driver, piercing shrieks echoed across the forest. After screaming in pain for a while, the driver

turning to his men and ordering coldly, “Keep him alive. No matter what, get

back reassuringly and gestured at his men to

Ethan’s men