The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

At night, Janet wore her headphones and sat on the chair, with one leg under her bum, and began working on her design.

Her elegant fingers had a way of their own with the pen. She painted at ease, drawing bold, confident strokes. The window was open, and the summer breeze rustled her long, silky locks.

Ethan knocked on the door. His heart flipped when he witnessed the beautiful scene.

Janet glanced at him and looked away, focusing on the painting.

Ethan took her gesture as approval to get into the room. He shamelessly walked in and closed the door.

“Let’s talk.” Ethan’s eyes were dark. He placed a steaming glass of milk on the table and looked at her.

The sweet scent of milk wafted in the air.

Janet pursed her lips. Her mind was a mess. “I don’t have time.”

Ethan took a step back and sat on the edge of the bed, trailing his fingers across the soft bedsheet. “I’ll wait for you to finish your work.”

and

Janet finally stopped drawing. She stole

up her graphic tablet on the table. The next moment, darkness engulfed her. Ethan’s muscular frame pressed against hers. He placed his hands on either side,

work. Let’s talk

turned red, and her heart took a sprint in her chest as if she were on

embrace. His hair rested on her shoulder, exuding a faint

as his hot breath made her skin prickle with goosebumps. “Let go of me, Ethan! I have to clean the desk,” she

heroes he had read in books, who wouldn’t let go of their love interests during

against Janet’s, trapping her against the desk. With his free hand, he helped her put the tablet into the bag and asked, “Why are you shaking? I’ll help you

sit down comfortably and talk.” Janet tried wriggling

will run away and won’t talk to me,” Ethan

chin and lifted her head to

Janet’s eyes widened.

pink lips with his fingers.

involuntary squeal left Janet’s lips. Before she