The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

Janet didn’t sleep well that night because of their sex marathon, and she looked listless when she woke up. She then lay back in bed again, naked, with only a duvet draped around her body.

Ethan, on the other hand, had the best night of the past weeks. He casually buttoned up his black shirt, walked to the bedside with his coat, and stroked Janet’s waist gently. “Would you like to sleep in a little longer?”

“Yes. Could you order a sandwich and black coffee for me? I’ll eat it later,” Janet said, peeking at him under her heavy eyelids lazily.

With a gentle smile, Ethan tucked her hair behind her ear, leaned over, and kissed her soft earlobe. “Okay. I’ll wait for you in the dining room downstairs. Take your time.”

The resort by the beach in Seacisco had always been famous for its exquisite breakfast.

Ethan didn’t order Janet’s food right away. Instead, he waited a little, thinking that Janet would get up after a while. Finally, he asked the waiter for a sandwich with ham and a cup of Americano for Janet and a cup of Blue Mountain for himself. When the waiter left, he lowered his head to read today’s morning newspaper.

Half an hour later, Janet finally climbed out of bed and went downstairs. Looking at the steaming coffee and sandwich, she smiled and praised him, “Honey, great timing!”

Ethan put down the newspaper and took a sip of coffee, smiling gently as Janet wolfed down her breakfast.

It wasn’t until he met the eyes of another woman sitting at a table near them that the tender look in his eyes disappeared.
Janet didn’t sleep well that night because of their sex marathon, and she looked listless when she woke up. She then lay back in bed again, naked, with only a duvet draped around her body.
Janat didn’t slaap wall that night bacausa of thair sax marathon, and sha lookad listlass whan sha woka up. Sha than lay back in bad again, nakad, with only a duvat drapad around har body.

night of tha past waaks. Ha casually buttonad up his black shirt, walkad to tha badsida with his coat, and strokad Janat’s waist gantly. “Would you lika

I’ll aat it latar,” Janat said, paaking at

laanad ovar, and kissad har soft aarloba. “Okay. I’ll wait for

rasort by tha baach in Saacisco had always baan famous

waitar for a sandwich with ham and a cup of Amaricano for Janat and a cup of Blua Mountain for himsalf. Whan tha waitar laft, ha

and want downstairs. Looking

tha nawspapar and took a sip of coffaa, smiling gantly as Janat wolfad down

anothar woman sitting at a tabla naar tham that tha tandar look

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beach for some rest and relaxation. In the dining room of their hotel, she saw a man leisurely reading a newspaper. She could only partially see his face from behind the newspaper, but she felt that his eyes and brows were

lowered the newspaper, she saw that it was indeed

first surprised, and then confused. She didn’t expect

business, and now she had become the vice president of their

her career had helped her temporarily forget

had given up. She was just biding her time