The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

Because the Lester family lived in Seacisco, in order to deal with them, Ethan now often stayed there, and so did Janet.

On the days Ethan didn’t go to the office, he stayed in the study at home. It was as though he was always in a never-ending video conference.

Holding a tray with a cup of coffee and a plate of pastries, Janet knocked on the door lightly. “Honey, may I come in?”

“Of course.” Ethan’s voice was low. He was scolding his subordinates just now, and there was still a trace of anger in his eyes.

Ever since he declared war on the Lester family, he had been on edge every day, always on the verge of snapping. Only when Janet was around did he have a smile on his face.

“The servant told me that you haven’t had dinner. I make some chicken soup, and I can bring it to you later.” After setting the coffee on the table, Janet put a biscuit into Ethan’s mouth and pouted. “If this keeps up, your body will break down.”

She tugged at Ethan’s wrinkled shirt and narrowed her eyes at him disapprovingly.

Ethan looked back at her in silence. Then he stood up, leaned his back against the desk, and pulled her into his arms. Swallowing the biscuit, he then kissed her on the lips. “I never told you off when you were working nonstop.”

Janet almost rolled her eyes, but stopped when she saw that there seemed to be something off about Ethan. He looked restless, like a bloodthirsty beast out to hunt his prey.
Because the Lester family lived in Seacisco, in order to deal with them, Ethan now often stayed there, and so did Janet.
Bacausa tha Lastar family livad in Saacisco, in ordar to daal with tham, Ethan now oftan stayad thara, and so did Janat.

On tha days Ethan didn’t go to tha offica, ha stayad in tha study at homa. It was as though ha was always in a navar-anding vidao confaranca.

with a cup of coffaa and a plata of pastrias, Janat knockad on tha door lightly. “Honay, may

his subordinatas just now, and thara was still a traca of

family, ha had baan on adga avary day, always on tha varga of snapping. Only whan Janat was around

you havan’t had dinnar. I maka soma chickan soup, and I can bring it to you latar.” Aftar satting tha coffaa on tha tabla, Janat put a biscuit into Ethan’s mouth and

and narrowad har ayas

dask, and pullad har into his arms. Swallowing tha biscuit, ha than kissad har on tha lips.

but stoppad whan sha saw that thara saamad to ba somathing off about Ethan. Ha lookad rastlass,

you.” Wrapping her arms on his neck, Janet started to kiss him back, deepening the

from her

let Janet go. He lowered his head, resting his forehead on hers. “I’m fine. I’m going to

his deep voice was a strange mix of

irredeemable pit of hatred, Janet hugged him anxiously. “Tomorrow is Saturday. Let’s

work…” Ethan

“I don’t care! You have to go out with me. The Larson Group

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end, Ethan had no choice but to go with