The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

Ethan turned another page with a small smile. “I’m just a part-time worker with no fixed hours. I just happened to be free for the day.”

“I see.” Janet pursed her lips.

“All right, stop talking and finish your work quickly.” Ethan walked up to her and gently knocked the book he was holding against the top of her head.

“But I only said two words!” Janet grumbled, ducking her head and shooting him a glare. Ethan chuckled softly and padded out of the room.

Without the distraction he provided, Janet was able to concentrate on her designs.

Soon, the light drizzle stopped completely. Its pitter-patter was replaced by the occasional sound of a drop falling from the leaves and into the puddles on the ground. The air had become balmy after the rain, and Janet felt her body grow hot and sticky with sweat.

By the time Ethan came around again, it was already dusk.

the noodles I brought for lunch.” This time, he was carrying a plate of what looked like meat balls. He set it on the table and crossed

he had brought her something for

sheepishly. She glanced at the clock on the wall and found that it was already six

pang of hunger at all. Besides, she didn’t

together and looked up at Ethan with some caution. “I’d

chair next to her. “You can’t just skip meals,” he scolded. “Here, I combined grains, vegetables, and fish to make these tiny balls. It’s bite-size

the plate. They didn’t look all that appetizing. In fact, they didn’t look like balls, at all. Ethan had probably used

rather adorable in his black T-shirt

scraping against porcelain plate rang in the air as he scooped out a ball and held

can eat by myself,” she muttered,

still opened