The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Ethan brushed the snow off his shoulders and emerged from the bushes. He was wearing a long face, and he was carrying a bag of food that had clearly gone cold. 

Dressed in a luxurious suit, his image was full of contradictions. On the one hand, he looked like a warm partner who had prepared breakfast for his lover. 

On the other hand, he also looked like a mature and steady socialite. 1 Ethan didn’t answer Laney. The truth was he had been following Janet ever since she left the hotel. He just didn’t show himself until Janet was inside the villa. Laney approached him anxiously. 

Considering how Ethan was her employer, it wasn’t her place to judge him. She could only shake her head wryly and say, “Mr. Larson, you’ve really done it this time. No wonder she’s so angry. But I think you can still fix things. Go and apologize to her right now.” 

 Ethan wasn’t good at expressing his feelings. He could only nod and say, “Janet only spoke out of anger just now. Your contract hasn’t expired, so you still have to protect her at all times.” Laney smiled. 

“Even without you telling me, I would’ve protected her to the ends of the earth.” Looking at the closed door to the villa, she added softly, “Because she’s my best friend.”

When she took them out of the closet, she found that every article of clothing was

done laundry ever since they got married. 3 She looked around

clean, and even the floor was shiny. Now that she knew that Ethan was loaded, she wondered if he had hired maids to clean the house whenever she was away. Even so, there was no doubt that Ethan was good at cleaning: she had witnessed this

of them first got married and moved into that small house of his mother’s, he couldn’t do the dishes properly and even broke a few of them. A smile crept on Janet’s face. As the CEO of such an esteemed company, he shouldn’t have needed to do such housework. No

that alluded to Ethan’s secret identity as Brandon Larson. For example,

ignored all those clues

her train of thoughts, Ethan strode in. Seeing that Janet was packing up her things, he strode over to her suitcase and closed it. Janet glared at him and demanded, “What do you

hand on the suitcase firmly, showing no intention of letting

them stared at each other in a stalemate. After a long while, Ethan broke the silence and said in a low voice, “I’m here