The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

It was already half past one when Janet got home that evening.

Quiet as a mouse, she opened the door and crept inside. Only the sound of the clock ticking on the wall could be heard.

Janet flicked on the light switch. To her surprise, the sandwich from breakfast was still sitting on the table where she left it, and there was not a beer bottle in sight. She walked into the living room in her slippers and looked around in confusion, “Ethan?”

It was so late, but Ethan seemed to not have come back yet.

Or was he asleep in his room?

Janet had half a mind to knock on his bedroom door, but decided against it on second thought. She was afraid she’d just wake him up. In the end, she quietly opened his door and poked her head in.

To her surprise, the room was empty.

With a slight frown, Janet decided to wait for Ethan to come back. She wasn’t sleepy anyway.

that had happened, she

and watched TV while eating. All the while, she kept thinking of what had happened

the sound of the key unlocking the

a simple, clean white T-shirt underneath a black windbreaker. His prominent nose stuck out more

looked up

late, so I covered his shift for another

he spoke, he realized he was getting more and more skillful

know you could stay up this late all the time,” Janet said, after thinking about it for a

next to her. “What

a bite of her sandwich, then he put his arm around her shoulder and pinched it. Raising his eyebrows slightly, he smiled. “You always stay up late. Why are

bit sheepish. He was right. She worked overtime a lot and was often late to go

today,” she suddenly said, looking up at him with bright

relayed what had happened in the elevator