The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

The dark circles under Ethan’s eyes were telling of how exhausted he was. When he saw Janet come in, he blinked nervously.

Holding up the paper bag of food, he said hesitantly, “Let’s have breakfast.”

Suddenly, Janet felt a lump in her throat.

It was obvious that Ethan had been standing here waiting for her for a whole night.

Janet lowered her head, trying to hide the mixed feelings in her eyes.

“You can eat by yourself,” she said indifferently, pulling out the room card and closing the door.

She was still undeniably angry with Ethan. Seeing that he had waited outside her door only annoyed her even more. “Mr. Larson, don’t get in my way, okay?”

Ethan had kept his identity a secret from her. In a word, he had deceived her.

She didn’t even care whether she was Ethan’s wife or Brandon’s for they were the very same

just ordinary friends or strangers on the road, it would’ve been fine for Ethan to conceal his secret identity as Brandon. But they were a couple who lived under the same

door, Ethan lowered his head and seemed to want to say something,

looked away, walked

aimlessly, surrounded

made it to a rental agency, she paced

We have many good houses that are fit for anyone’s

if she

live in Ethan’s villa anymore. Just the thought of going back

had told her countless

things were still in the villa, so she had

Group, Janet was not in the mood to work at all. Her mind was a complete mess. So she texted Tiffany and asked her

out yesterday about her relationship with Brandon, and she

a taxi and went back