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.

the time Ethan came around again, it was

is this supposed to mean,

even touch the noodles I brought for

time, he was carrying a plate of what looked like meat balls.He set it on the table and crossed his arms over his

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

he had

I forgot," she said

the clock on the wall and found that it

hadn't felt a pang of hunger

pressed her lips together and looked up at Ethan with some

should finish my drafts first."

it, he had thrown

just skip meals,"

bite- size and should be convenient enough for

her pen down and looked at the dubious- looking balls on the plate.They didn't look

fact, they didn't took

used too

in his black

"Open your mouth."

air as he scooped out

eat by myself,"