The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

After listening to people praise Charis all day long, Janet returned home with a heavy heart.

Ethan was busy cooking in the kitchen when he heard Janet come in. He walked to the living room whilst stirring the egg in the custard bowl.

He looked up at her and asked, “What would you like to have tonight? Shall I make some pasta?”

Janet put down her bag and glanced at him.

He was wearing a gray shirt and a pair of slippers. An old apron clung to his torso. He looked like a family man. Janet didn’t know where he learned to cook and be the best partner who looked after his wife. Instead of feeling lucky, a pang of unease settled in her heart. She couldn’t help but wonder if he had cooked for anyone else before and looked at another woman the same way he looked at her, which always made her weak in the knees. Perhaps he had treated Charis the same way in the past.

The multitude of thoughts wrecked Janet’s peace at once.

She glared at Ethan and opened the bedroom door. “Cook whatever you want because you’re going to eat by yourself.”

With that, she slammed the door. Ethan stood there, staring at the closed door.

Charis’ arrival might have ignited

first, he liked it; she looked adorable. However, the jealousy

it clear before. Mentioning it over and over

to remain silent. He couldn’t tell Janet that Charis liked him because it would only amplify her

turned cold

took a quick shower, and lay on the bed, wrapped

rustling sounds. Knowing that it

practically turned her old bedroom into a storage room, making it impossible for her to move

Janet, resting his head on his

prevailed in the

the back of Janet’s head. Noticing his presence, Janet moved away from him, pulling the blanket closer to

his eyes and let out a weary sigh. Janet seemed cold and distant, so he didn’t dare to touch her. He didn’t

The next morning, she walked to the company