The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

The weather was very sunny that Sunday.

Janet waited impatiently at the bus stop. She had looked down at her phone several times.

Just when the long-awaited bus arrived, she heard a roar of an engine. A dazzling black Vyrus suddenly halted in front of her.

Ethan pushed up the glass visor of his helmet. His high nose bridge was revealed first, followed by his alienated eyes. He looked so dashing even though he was just wearing an ordinary black T-shirt and loose jeans.

He threw a helmet to Janet.

“Get on the motorcycle.”

After she caught the helmet, she stared at the luxury motorcycle for a while before putting on the helmet reluctantly. She then asked, “Whose motorcycle is this?”

Janet had seen this motorcycle in an automobile magazine before. It costs a whopping amount of money that she could never make even if she worked tons of jobs for the rest of her life.

“I borrowed it from a friend. My boss’s villa is a little far from here. It’s in the suburbs. I’ll take you there.”

Janet sat on the motorcycle uneasily.

“Let’s go!” Ethan cast a glance at his wife and then put down the glass visor of his helmet.

Janet held onto Ethan’s T-shirt tightly.

Ethan rode the motorcycle at a high speed. The wind blew violently past her ears and ruffled her hair. All the road noises soon faded away.

Before now, Janet had associated the riding of motorcycles with rogues. This was because most of them rode recklessly and the roaring sound of the engines always disturbed other commuters on the road. However, this wasn’t the case for this particular motorcycle. The engine only made a humming sound.

why is there no loud noise?” she

about the sound of the

the traffic light to turn green. It was so sudden that Janet’s breasts

numerous hooligans that disturb the peace of this city with their roaring

and it was the kind

inched backward

wasn’t bumpy. When they arrived at the so-called boss’s villa,

her allegedly poor husband.

years old answered the door at the first ring. She introduced herself as the wife of

painting do you want

woman pointed out wasn’t so wide. Thus, Janet

for any style that you choose to paint the rest.” The woman took a sip of tea and glanced at Ethan. She then continued, “I’ve already bought the buckets of paint and the tools you would need. I’m going

showing Janet the buckets

get to work!’ Janet charged up herself. She was only free on weekends, so she

up her hair into a ponytail. Then, she rolled up her sleeves and put on an apron. She mixed the paint skillfully and

back to work?” she asked curiously after sensing that he was still

help you here. I can pass you whatever paint you need.” Ethan took off

there would be no need for that. I

didn’t drive him away either. She just concentrated on painting. She didn’t even bother to

rays fell into the room through the window. Everything became orange. It also warmed up Janet’s skin

this time. When she looked back, she saw

seemed that