The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Ethan slowly loosened his grip on Janet’s wrist.His slender fingers trailed down her hand and interlaced her fingers.

He kissed her knuckles and smiled.

"You have said a lot.Catch some breath now.Is your throat dry?"

Janet was taken aback; she stared at him with wide eyes.

A blush crept onto her cheeks.

She lowered her gaze, batting her eyelashes.

Ethan didn’t say anything more.He stroked her palm and looked at her shy face.

The smile lit up his face; he looked more handsome than ever.

Somehow, the lust in his eyes seemed appealing rather than annoying.

"Tell me something.Would you rather get a loan from a bank than ask me for help?"

"You are no better than I am.You have no money.Even if you have savings, I don’t think it would be enough to pay for the surgery."

Janet smiled and looked at him.

Then, she drank the milk and placed the glass on the table.

Ethan was rendered speechless.

was indeed unreasonable for him to offer the money for the

at least asked me to find

thought, Janet looked at him

problems myself without seeking anyone’s help ever since I was a child.If I started depending on others, then it

sense, in a way." Ethan nodded in

sofa, his hair bouncing with

said,

its own accord.She nestled in Ethan’s arms and let out a weary

pulled Janet closer to him and wrapped the

want me to get a quilt

the window, the streets were pitch

the dim lamps illuminated the

and the raindrops pattered on the green leaves.It finally

need." Janet nestled closer to

of his

he

chest and inhaled

contented sigh escaped her

her eyes sprang open.She

collect the clothes

and kept

his arm, pulling her closer to him, making her lean on his shoulder more