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.

unreasonable for him to

suspicion.He frowned and said, "You should have at least asked me to

thought, Janet looked

was a child.If I started depending on others, then it would become a habit.As time goes by, it

sense, in a way." Ethan nodded in

leaned against the sofa, his hair bouncing with every

said, stretching out his

embarrassment.But her body reacted on its own accord.She nestled in Ethan’s arms and let out

pulled Janet closer to him and wrapped

cold? Do you want me to get a

the streets were pitch

the dim lamps illuminated the

on

nestled

of his body seeped

as if he

leaned against Ethan’s chest and inhaled

contented sigh escaped her

open.She looked

collect the clothes I

kept the clothes

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