The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

“You’re just impossible. How can you get jealous so easily?” Suddenly, Janet’s face turned hot. She lowered her gaze, unable to look at Ethan anymore. She tried to push him away and pleaded, “Step back. You’re too close.”

She was trapped, being pressed in between Ethan’s large body and the kitchen sink behind her.

Her flustered face made him want to have her even more.

“I have a question.” Ethan’s deep voice came from above her head, his breath rustling her hair slightly.

Clenching his fist, the man cleared his throat and asked in a gruff voice, “Well, between Brandon and me, who has the better figure?”

As soon as those words left his lips, Ethan felt incredibly embarrassed.

He knew it was a stupid question, but he just wanted to hear Janet praise him to his face.

Standing there and thinking for a long time, Janet stole a glance at Ethan from the corner of her eyes.

For a second, it seemed that his broad figure matched that of the man in the elevator.

“Actually, you have similar builds.”

Ethan frowned. With pursed lips, he muttered, “We can’t be exactly the same.”

“I didn’t get a good look at him. How could I tell who has the better figure?” Janet asked defensively. His question was too… difficult.

Finally, the microwave oven beeped and the smell of sweet and sour sauce wafted to their noses.

The fish is ready.” Dropping her gaze again, Janet tried

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better figure, even better than those models

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