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.”

the wind swept across her. Ethan’s mouth dried, and his body turned hot

night, Janet finally stopped drawing. She stole a glance at

darkness engulfed her. Ethan’s muscular frame pressed against hers. He placed his hands on either

with work.

sprint in her chest as

her into a tight embrace. His hair rested on her shoulder, exuding a faint peppermint scent. “What on earth do you want

made her skin prickle with goosebumps. “Let

wouldn’t let go of their love interests during such situations. The more their female counterparts struggled, the more aggressive they would

her against the desk. With his free hand, he helped her put the tablet into the

go of me first. We’ll sit down comfortably and talk.” Janet tried wriggling out of his hold.

will run away and won’t talk to

under her chin and lifted her head

Janet’s eyes widened.

snorted and gently stroked her pink lips with

squeal left Janet’s lips.