The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Ethan turned another page with a small smile.

"I'm just a part-time worker with no fixed hours.I just happened to be free for the day."

"I see." Janet pursed her lips.

"All right, stop talking and finish your work quickly."

Ethan walked up to her and gently knocked the book he was holding against the top of her head.

"But I only said two words!"

Janet grumbled, ducking her head and shooting him a glare.

Ethan chuckled softly and padded out of the room.

Without the distraction he provided, Janet was able to concentrate on her designs.

Soon, the light drizzle stopped completely.

Its pitter- patter was replaced by the occasional sound of a drop falling from the leaves and into the puddles on the ground.

The air had become balmy after the rain, and Janet felt her body grow hot and sticky with sweat.

time Ethan came around again, it was

to mean, Janet?" he

touch the noodles I brought for

what looked like meat balls.He set it on the table and

at the bowl of noodles that had grown cold and soggy, then back to the stubborn woman in front

that he had brought her

I forgot," she said

the wall and found that it was already six in the

a pang of hunger

waste on eating.She pressed

should finish my drafts first." Ethan raised an

had thrown himself on the chair next to

skip

tiny balls.It's bite- size and should be

at the dubious- looking balls on the plate.They didn't look all

took like balls,

too much force in shaping

adorable in his black T-shirt and

"Open your mouth."

sound of spoon scraping against porcelain plate rang in the air as

by