The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Just as Ethan was about to walk out of the bedroom, Janet, wearing nothing but a bath towel, came out of the bathroom and met his gaze.The two looked at each other wordlessly for a moment.

Ethan then slipped one hand into his trouser pocket, while the other hand was holding a mug.

Nobody spoke for what seemed like an eternity.

Ethan, truth be told, was stunned speechless.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped excitedly.He was much taller than Janet, so he could clearly see her cleavage peeking from above the bath towel.

When Janet realized what he was looking at, she blushed a bright red and tried to rush into her room, intending to pretend that nothing had happened.

l took Ethan two steps to grab her by the wrist and pull her into his arms from behind.

The woman’s skin was smooth and supple, subconsciously making him want to caress it.

"Honey, you shouldn’t dress like this and walk around," He teased in a low voice, deliberately poking fun of her.

Janet opened her mouth to say something, but soon found that she was at a loss for words.

"Wh-what are you talking about? I just forgot to bring my clothes into the bathroom.Let go of me!"

Covering her chest with one hand, Janet looked up at him stubbornly.

Ethan did the opposite and pulled her even closer to him.She could feel his breath on the back of her neck.

He took in her scent.

wash, similar to

me just walk with

pinched her gently on the waist and asked, "Why are you

Janet almost cried

gave

breath tickled the

clenched the bath towel

she was

man to touch a woman like this.Just let

We’re married.It’s only right for

loosened his grip so that he could look Janet up and down to see if there were any bruises

"Are you really okay?"

blushed, thinking that he

her arms over her chest

"I’m fine,"she said hurriedly.

me go back to my

squirm out of

if she kept struggling like this, her bath towel would

each other already.Why are

twitched.He was flirting

cheek, he suddenly grew

target.I can’t guarantee I’ll be there

back, the image of Janet crying silently kept replaying