The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

“Wow,” Janet said breathlessly. “It’s beautiful… and it looks expensive.” All of a sudden, she sighed. “Don’t tell me you spent a fortune on me again.”

“Don’t worry. It didn’t cost much. I got it from my friend.” Ethan said affectionately, lying as easily as breathing. As he spoke, he ran his fingers across the woman’s slender waist restlessly.

It never occurred to Janet that the gem in front of her was a genuine diamond. And how could it be real? If it was, Ethan had to be extremely rich.

Eyeing the twinkling gemstone, she said in awe, “Technology these days must be amazing. It looks like a real diamond!”

Ethan looked at her cute face and had to hold back a smile that kept tugging at the corner of his lips. Lowering his head so that she couldn’t see his face, he took the diamond ring out of the box and slipped it onto her index finger. Her fair, slender finger made the diamond pop out even more.

Delighted, he nibbled her neck and whispered, “You’re right. It does look real.”

“Ouch! Hey!” Janet shot him a glare, rubbing the spot he bit. Raising her hand, she stared at the diamond under the light. Each facet glistened and twinkled.

Even she couldn’t help but nod with satisfaction. Now, no one would try to rob her with such a big diamond ring on her finger, because it looked way too big. It was obviously fake.

“Oh, that hurts already? Then what should you do when we get down to real business someday?” Looking at the faint teeth marks he left on her neck, Ethan snickered.

yanked at a towel to wipe her face. Pushing him, she barked,

Ethan’s hands still lingered on her waist, unwilling to let her go. “I’ll let you

to be late!” Janet quickly turned her face away

before. Why are you so scared?” Ethan whispered in

the end, he let her go. He

but he

the office, she found the

She required everyone to submit an independent design within two weeks, and all the designers running around like headless chickens to meet the

Ike,” a male colleague complained under

from here, so they could afford a moment to

iron lady. She’s good with office work and housework.” Suddenly, a female colleague sitting next to Janet poked her head out. “Hey, is she married? How old

bet she doesn’t have a boyfriend.” The male colleague gnawed one end of his pen, lost in thought as he stared at

this department. She might be cold and strict, but

was standing by the door in a black dress, her lips pursed unhappily. “Since you all have so much free time on your hands,