The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

Janet spotted Ethan as soon as she entered the kitchen. He stood there awkwardly, surrounded by shards of broken china.

He raised his eyes at her, looking lost and helpless. “I was washing the dishes when they… slipped off my hands.”

Well, he hadn’t done this sort of thing for more than ten years, so a mess was inevitable sooner or later.

Janet walked over and began picking the broken pieces one by one.

She wasn’t quite sure whether to laugh or cry. “I’m guessing you didn’t rinse any of these dishes. Ceramic tableware needs to be rinsed with warm water twice.”

“I see. I’ll take note of it next time.” Enoch ripped off a sheet of paper towel and handed it to her. “Go ahead and do your thing. I’ll clean up over here.”

He didn’t want her to get injured due to his own carelessness.

It didn’t take long for Ethan to finish tidying things up. When he was done, he wiped his hands and walked out of the kitchen, only to pause at the scene that greeted him.

The floor was absolutely spotless, and the huge windows were wide open, letting in beams of light and the refreshing afternoon breeze. The previously messy cabinets and shelves had all been arranged neatly as well.

daisies and irises adorned what was once an empty and dusty vase on

and there, giving the house an artistic vibe that

but it was dull and a little depressing. It needed some life kicked back into it.” Janet was standing by one of the windows. She had a bright smile on

so pleased, anyway, when she had to make do with such a small

wild daisies, taking a soft white petal between his fingertips. “You’re right. It does feel

liked to put flowers on the table, too. Although they’d been dirt poor,

home since his mother had died. For the first time in as long as he could remember, he finally had a

Janet remarked, studying him out of the corner of her

tender as he thought of his departed

fact that I am your husband now?” He tried to sound nonchalant as he opened the fridge. He soon realized that Janet had taken the last bottle of drink they

be

get accustomed to the fact that they were married. She hadn’t thought much about it when she spoke.

mulling her words with regret when her soda was suddenly snatched out of her hands.

“No! I already drank—”

spot where hers had been. She