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.

her senses. She looked up at him and asked in confusion, “What’s

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

rolling her eyes. She then looked down at her plate and saw that the steak had several bright-red marks amidst its crusty brown exterior. Her anger no

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

said, “Come on, eat something first to fill your stomach. You can worry about whatever that is bothering you later. But you

couldn’t bring herself to eat. Her anger had made her

since it’s so good?” She supported her

well with her. He set down his cutlery and picked up the glass of wine beside him. As he poured some into his glass, he asked, “Penny for your

things easier by getting Janet drunk first. He thought schemingly, ‘Damn, if I can make her drunk, it would be convenient for me

of her glass, Janet stared at him with her eyes gleaming with vigilance. She muttered politely, “I’m sorry. I can’t

extremely 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 it would be

why not? Are you afraid that you will get drunk?” A

that. I have a stomach problem, so I can’t drink,” replied

wine it’s very low. It won’t upset your stomach. Just take it. I assure you that