The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

Janet woke up to the sound of the alarm. Ethan stretched himself and rubbed his eyes.

It was bright outside, and the howling wind from the previous night had blown the leaves from the trees, scattering them to the ground.

Janet glanced at Ethan and remembered what had happened last night.

She had heard what Ethan asked her last night. Janet had pretended to be asleep to buy time from answering his question. She felt an inexplicable void and unease in her heart, so she couldn’t give him an answer now. But to her utter surprise, she had really fallen asleep.

“Why don’t you sleep longer? It’s Sunday.” Ethan turned over and wrapped his arms around her. The sunlight seemed to sharpen his chiseled features. But despite that, Ethan looked gentle. He pulled Janet closer to him.

“Today is Sunday? Oh, Gosh. I almost forgot. I can’t sleep. I have something important to do.” Janet wriggled out of his hold and avoided meeting his eyes. Her face flushed with embarrassment, and she ran into the bathroom.

His jet black hair was sticking on end. His messy

visit Hannah. I haven’t

go together. I’m free today.” Ethan squeezed the toothpaste onto the brush and handed it

lived in

had to traverse the bumpy terrains

the bus and walked behind Janet with

she smiled and pointed at an old house. “That’s her house. We arrived on

in the distance — it was simpler than he had thought. However, there was a small yard outside with a giant osmanthus tree that had begun to bloom. He could see clusters of pale yellow

when they’re in full blossom. When I was little, we didn’t have much money. Hannah would often make

made his

He had lived there with his mother before. However, the memories of