The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Ethan bent forward, grabbed Janet's chin, and swept his tongue across her lips, restraining his urge to kiss her passionately.He nibbled at her bottom lip, gently bit it, and stepped back.He didn't try deepening the kiss.

Janet hadn't finished her work yet.

"Eat your dinner first.How many drawings do you have to finish?"

Ethan wiped her soft, pink lips, letting his finger linger a little longer.His eyes were dark with lust.He tried his best to stop himself from taking Janet to bed.

In a daze, Janet looked at the screen and counted.

"Well, three more designs left.And I have to color a few drawings .it will take several hours."

"All right, hurry up so that you don't have to stay up all night."

Ethan ruffled her hair, stood up, and turned on all the lights in her room.

Then, he walked to the wooden table and picked up the bowl of noodles that had turned cold.He looked down at Janet and raised his chin, motioning at the meat balls.

"Finish your dinner.I'll check it later.The bowl should be empty."

Just as he walked toward the door, he stopped for a moment and cast a sidelong glance at her.

"Well, I'm home tonight.If you need any help, just call me."

"Got it."

Janet nodded, biting her pencil.

smile emerged on her face.She looked

heart fluttered at the

and the moonlight flooded into the house like

the sounds of cars running

Janet seemed brisker and active.She finally finished all her

the pencil down, sprang to

"I'm back again!"

football match was playing on the

the sofa, sipping on his

glanced at her and said, "Miss Lind, please look at the dark circles under

now she

happy now.How

you want me to take you downstairs to set off firecrackers to celebrate

on her leg, Ethan took a sip of

up on the

if someone protests? I'm just going to

waved her

amused to watch her jump up and down on

his neck from

Ethan," she whispered, resting her chin on

and passion were

around her waist and carried her in his arms.He

Ethan could feel his

seemed

"I'm not..."