The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Ethan slipped on a black windbreaker over his pajamas and said softly, "Hannah‘s probably asleep by now.I‘m going to the balcony to get some air.You can sleep first."

"Okay." Janet didn‘t think about it too much.

After all, with Ethan gone, she had the bed to herself and she could finally rest easy.

Sure enough, Ethan brought a can of ice–cold beer to the balcony with some company documents he wanted to go over.

After finishing his drink, he headed back to the bedroom Janet, who had fallen asleep on his side of the bed, was clutching the quilt tightly.

Her smooth, slender leg was poking out from under the edge of the quilt.

"You‘re sleeping in a rude way." Ethan snorted as he pulled the quilt over her legs.

After tucking her in properly, he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her sleeping figure for a long time before lying next to her.

On Monday morning.

https://novelebook.com/Janet had been quite nervous ever since she moved into Ethan’s bedroom.

a result, she overslept and was running late

up, she ran out the door with a

"Wait for me!"

gray hooded sweatshirt over a white T–shirt.He caught up to her and offered to carry her bag "What? Why? Aren‘t you going to work

to Ethan and looked at him questioningly, although she secretly felt

the stair landing, waiting for her.He lowered his head, the brim of his hat covering his

debt collectors might come looking for you again.I just

on your end.What if you‘re late for work? I‘m sure those people won‘t find out where I work.I haven’t revealed any personal information to

his hand and lifted the strap

today."

soon as they made it to the pedestrian lane across the road from her office, she saw that a group had gathered right outside the building, causing quite the

demand money from her had hung banners at the

red words scrawled on

Defaults On Her

"Pay Off Your Debt!"

up trouble again,