The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Ethan immediately closed the door.He ran into the bathroom to wet the towels, which he then draped over Janet and himself "What would cause this fire? There’s no one else on our floor, and I’m pretty sure the 21st floor is empty as well…"

Janet coughed, her eyes tearing up from all the heavy smoke she couldn’t fathom why this was happening.

Their apartment was on the top floor, and no one else lived beside or below their unit. The fire had escalated at this point, and a dark cloud of smoke spread through the corridor, turning the place into a hot oven.

"Shh, it’s okay," Ethan comforted her.

"Someone must have called 911; the firefighters should be on their way. They'll be here soon."

His face was glistening with sweat, with drops trickling from his chin.

"I’ll go and check how bad it is out there.Let me see if we have a way to escape on our own.Stay here and watch yourself, okay? Make sure you don’t get burned."

"Ethan!" Janet grabbed his arm in a vise-like grip.

"Be careful."

He hiked up her towel over her head and said, "I will.Don’t worry."

With that, Ethan pulled the door open and disappeared into the dark.

As the fire had come from the floor below, the stairs were naturally out of the question.

couldn’t take the elevator, either. Judging by how fiercely the fire raged, Ethan figured that this was no

had always been commended by

disaster was definitely intentional. He was sure of

staring at the clock on

been almost ten minutes,

restless and panicked, she opened the door and screamed into the

"Ethan!"

from the thick smoke and pushed her

you to stay put,

have to

worried about

Janet wailed, feeling aggrieved.

had black patches from the ash in the air, but it did nothing to conceal his good

ever, despite the severity

by the wrist and pulled her into

took out his phone and dialed

responder, he looked to

only

another moment’s hesitation,

no longer caring about having his

Ethan, but he had already dashed into the bathroom