The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

Chapter 442

It was already bright outside when Janet woke up the next morning.

She was sore all over, and her limbs felt like they might fall apart any second.

When did she fall asleep last night?

The last thing she remembered was Ethan on top of her.

The man was an absolute beast in bed.

“Oh!” Janet blushed as memories of their lovemaking flashed in her head. She burrowed back under the sheets.

But then the door opened, and she couldn’t help but peek over the edge of the quilt.

Ethan sauntered in carrying a breakfast tray. He was clad in black pajama bottoms and nothing else.

Janet’s eyes immediately went to his broad shoulders and his muscular torso. She could almost feel the warmth of his strong, hard chest under her fingertips.

Ethan set the tray down on the table and padded over to the bed. He leaned over Janet and gently swept his thumb over her brow. “Hello, Mrs. Larson. Do you need more sleep? It’s already well past noon. If you want to keep sleeping, we can take our private plane later.”

He had booked flights to Europe for their honeymoon trip.

The afterglow

teasing words, and poked his arm jokingly. “It’s all

and cuddled for a moment before she asked, “Don’t you need to go to the company? Won’t the

she hadn’t

off,” Ethan said, looking unbothered as he

grinned. “Then, I’ll go pack and get

with Ethan, but they never found the

into his embrace. “Let me carry you to the bathroom,” he whispered and

idea how irresistible she looked

single taste to get addicted to something, but once you reached that point, the matter of restraint became a constant battle. With that said, Ethan and Janet stayed in the

enough, they ended up taking their private jet and arrived in Europe at nine o’clock that

a light shade of blue despite the hour, and the lights of the Eiffel Tower glimmered

the boulevard, a tall, striking man was busy

and bright, lending a

Janet complained. She was growing tired

enjoying his new gadget. He looked rather adorable in his knitted wool hat and his black wool overcoat as

of other people before, much less a woman. He never had any reason to. And

to be pleased with the pictures

Janet had turned toward the southern bank of the Seine, her eyes filled with awe

her biggest dream was to

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