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 was Ethan’s wife or Brandon’s for they were the very same person. What she did care was Ethan

would’ve been fine for Ethan to conceal his secret identity as Brandon. But

time to talk it through?” With his arm on the door, Ethan lowered his head

him, Janet looked away, walked past him and

walked the streets aimlessly, surrounded

to a rental agency, she paced back and forth outside

rent a house? Come on in. We have many good houses that are fit for anyone’s budget.” An agent

if she should get

Ethan’s villa anymore. Just the thought of going back there angered

had told her countless lies.

were still in the

mood to work at all. Her mind was a complete mess. So she texted Tiffany

many senior executives of the Larson Group had found out yesterday about her relationship

daze, Janet hailed a taxi and went back