The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

An hour ago.

Janet had deliberately made noises while moving her things back to her room.

Her anger flared up when Ethan didn’t respond. She slammed the door, making it rattle against the hinges.

She had thought Ethan would stop her and explain everything to her. Part of her hoped all this was just a misunderstanding, and Charis was nothing more than Ethan’s classmate. Janet waited for a long time but didn’t hear any sound outside.

Janet walked to the bed and slumped down. She was mad at herself for not being decisive enough. She had stormed off like she didn’t give a damn. However, she couldn’t stop thinking about what was going on in Ethan’s mind.

She fell on the bed and buried her face in the pillow.

It was a quiet night. As Janet stirred in her sleep, she felt like someone was standing by her bed. She quickly opened her eyes and turned the light on. However, there was no one else in her room.

The white blanket was still smooth and fluffy. Janet realized no one had been watching her sleep. Ethan hadn’t whispered sweet things into her ear during her sleep.

Janet sat up and massaged her temples.

bothered to explain himself? Was

the smug look on Charis’s face.

she thought about it, the angrier she became. Finally, unable to take it

and wracking her brains was pointless. The only solution to the problem was to talk

was a coward. Her momentum disappeared as soon as she walked out of the bedroom. She trudged across the living room as if nothing had happened, pretending that she only got up to get

to her surprise, the living

‘Where is Ethan?’

tiptoed

in his room

Ethan had left the house

balcony. A gust of cold breeze brushed against her as she looked down. Her gaze fell on the man

It was Ethan.

leaning against the tree, talking over

does he have to go downstairs to answer the phone? Does