The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

"I'm fine. Thank you.” Janet shook her head, patted the dust off her dress, and picked up her bag to leave, “Miss, your ankle is scraped. I think there must be other wounds as well. Let me take you to the hospital for a check-up.” Kent offered,

“No, I’m fine. I have to go to work. I’ll buy some band-aids on my way,” Janet said, forcing a polite smile. She had to be in the office in ten minutes.

“Pretty lady, please give me a chance to make amends with you,” Kent said, holding her hand.

The sudden praise left Janet astounded. Just as she was about to say something, the man spoke, “I’m Kent Perkins. There is a hospital nearby. I can drive you there. If you’re worried about being late for work, I can ask for leave for you. I am a Perkins. I’m sure I’d be able to help you.”

and cocky,

Kent’s sports car and back at his expensive suit. She couldn’t help but wonder if he belonged to the

away. Kent’s attitude and behavior revealed that he only seemed like a gentleman on the outside. It was a mere facade. Janet believed he was a playboy

as a token of my apology.” Unwilling to give up, Kent continued to follow her. He had noticed

“I’m fine, sir. You needn’t worry about me. I request you to stop following me. Otherwise, I stopped and nodded

her, Janet