The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

By the time Janet woke up again, it was already the next day.

When she went downstairs, Johanna immediately rushed to her side, worry written all over her face. “I heard that you didn’t come downstairs for lunch and dinner yesterday. Are you not feeling well?”

Johanna and Beal had gone to work after breakfast yesterday, so the servants must’ve informed them.

Indeed, Janet didn’t feel well—between her legs.

Her eyes flitted to the man who was sitting on the sofa as though nothing had happened. Sighing subtly, she put on a smile and explained, “I’m fine, Mom. I just get drowsy this time of year.”

“Drowsiness is not a good thing. I’ll take you to the hospital this afternoon.” Johanna frowned worriedly.

Janet had just made a random excuse, but she didn’t expect Johanna to take it so seriously.

Just then, Ethan stood up from the sofa and grabbed her arm. “Mrs. White, we’re planning to watch a movie this afternoon. Janet’s a fan of the leading actress in it.”

At first, Johanna wanted to talk them out of it, but on second thought, she let them go. Pursing her lips unhappily, she snapped at Ethan, “Fine. Take good care of her.”

It seemed like she really wasn’t fond of her daughter’s husband.

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watch a movie. Ethan had just come

cinema, a poster of a thriller film

very dreamy, full of artistic direction. She had heard about the movie on social media before. When she watched the trailer on the screen outside

so we might as well watch a movie,” Janet suggested, linking her arm in

poster she was staring at and whispered,

his villa, they could do whatever they wanted. The

to get what he meant. She dragged him into the cinema stubbornly

couldn’t help but

this was a thriller, and there were very few

and a cup of coke in his arms, Ethan sat

mind was elsewhere. He put his hand on her thigh and stroked it gently. Today, Janet

wonted to teor the stockings oport ond

glonced ot him ond whispered,

the heroine begon to kiss possionotely on the big screen. Ethon

to whisper something, there wos o slight sound thot come from the ceiling of the cinemo. It sounded like

roised his heod