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.

happened,

settled on the sofa and watched TV while eating. All the while, she kept thinking of

minutes later, she heard the sound of the key unlocking the

windbreaker. His prominent nose stuck out more than

looked up at him questioningly. “Why’re you so

colleague was late, so I covered his shift for another half

realized he was

night shifts often? I didn’t know you could stay up this late all

and sat next to her. “What are you

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.

feeling a bit sheepish. He was right. She worked overtime a lot

the way, something happened today,” she suddenly said, looking up at

what had happened in the elevator