The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

“Sorry, I have an upset stomach. I need to stay here a bit longer, but I think I’m almost done,” Ethan said with difficulty. He seemed to be uncomfortable judging from the tone of his voice. There was only one way in and out of the men’s room, and Ethan couldn’t have gone anywhere, so Janet didn’t think too much about it. 

“I’ll wait for you outside the bathroom.”

After a slight pause, she pursed her lips and added in a concerned voice, “If you don’t feel well, do you need me to look for some medicine for you? Maybe you ate something bad. Do you have diarrhea?” 

But as far as she could recall, she and Ethan had eaten the same food that day.......

“No, no, it’s okay. Just wait there. I’ll be right out.” A very low sigh came from the other end of the line then Ethan hung up the phone. Janet was idly tinkering with her phone when a tall and strong figure loomed in front of her. 

It was none other than Brandon. He was wearing a black mask that covered his eyes and nose, exposing only his mouth and a pair of black pupils.

Startled, Janet nearly gasped, but she quickly recovered. 

“Good evening, Mr. Larson.”

didn’t Brandon make a sound when he walked? He was like a ghost. Without saying a word,

that something

bathroom, too. She quickly dialed his number again. Unbeknownst to her, inside the men’s room, Brandon had just entered the second stall and

pants and didn’t even have the time to buckle up. Panicked, he fished his phone out of the pocket of his suit and answered

“What?”

take you so long to answer

I couldn’t pick up right away.” Ethan’s forehead

Without waiting for a

came out. Janet walked around him and inspected his clothing. Narrowing her eyes in suspicion, she asked, “What took you

went to the bathroom just now, it took Ethan a while before he

asked Ethan in a roundabout

it definitely wasn’t something good. He broke into a smile and put his arm around her shoulder, intending to take her to the dance