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

that Janet would get jealous because it meant she cared about him. At first, he liked it; she looked adorable. However, the jealousy had turned

made it

remain silent. He couldn’t tell Janet that Charis liked him because it would only amplify her insecurity. The situation was

turned cold

shower, and lay on the bed, wrapped in a

it was Ethan, she

old bedroom into a storage room, making it impossible for

gently lifted the blanket and lay beside Janet, resting his

depressing atmosphere prevailed

glanced at the back of Janet’s head. Noticing his presence, Janet moved away from him, pulling

he didn’t dare to touch her. He didn’t want to

well that night. The next morning, she walked to the company