The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

Janet’s anger was still flickering inside her. Talking to Ethan was the last thing she wanted to do now. She picked up the phone and said coldly, “I’m having dinner with a client. I’ll call you back later.”

She then hung up the phone before Ethan could say a word.

The busy tone that came after his wife’s statement made Ethan’s face darken. He didn’t expect her to react like this. His fingers tightened around the phone as his heart sank.

“Can’t you drive faster?” he asked in a low, but impatient voice. The atmosphere in the car instantly became tense.

This question made the driver’s palms sweaty all of a sudden. He sensed Ethan’s mood and didn’t dare to disobey him. He stepped on the gas and maneuvered through the vehicles on the road.

Meanwhile, in the restaurant, a waiter just served the dishes at the table of Janet and Kent. The tantalizing aroma wafted into their nostrils. The colors of the food made them look so tempting.

However, none of these moved Janet. She didn’t have an appetite for it due to her fury. She just kept forking the steak on the plate in a bid to vent her anger.

“Ouch! That hurts!” Kent cried out, holding his chest.

moment that Janet came to her senses. She looked up at him and asked

her plate and responded, “I’m just speaking up for the steak on your plate. If it could talk, it

down at her plate and saw that the steak had several bright-red marks amidst its crusty brown exterior.

joke about it. He quietly cut his steak into small pieces. Afterward, he exchanged her plate of steak with his and

with a smile and said, “Come on, eat something first to fill your stomach. You can worry about whatever that is bothering

couldn’t bring herself

don’t you eat both servings since it’s so good?”

him. As he poured some into his glass, he asked, “Penny for your thoughts? Tell me what bothers you. How about drowning

He knew that alcohol could easily intoxicate women. As a result, he wanted to make things easier by getting Janet drunk first. He thought schemingly, ‘Damn, if I can make her drunk, it would be convenient for me to

the brim of her glass, Janet stared at him with her eyes gleaming with vigilance. She muttered politely,

low tolerance for alcohol. No matter how she tried to control herself, she always ended up misbehaving after drinking. She had learned a lesson from what happened the last time. So, she didn’t dare to drink even though

you afraid that you will get drunk?” A sinister glint flashed through Kent’s eyes at this

it’s not that. I have a stomach problem, so I can’t drink,” replied Janet, forcing

alcohol percentage in this wine it’s very low. It won’t upset your stomach. Just take it. I assure you that it would get rid of your dull