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.

him, it was indeed unreasonable for him to offer

frowned and said, "You should have at least asked me to find a way to help you.I could also

thought, Janet

the habit of depending on others.Hannah is old and weak.I have been solving all the problems myself without seeking anyone’s help ever since I was a child.If I started depending on others, then it would become a habit.As time goes by, it would turn into

sense, in a way." Ethan nodded

leaned against the sofa, his hair bouncing with every

he said, stretching out

its own

closer to him and wrapped the blanket

you want me to

the window, the

lamps

and the raindrops pattered on the green leaves.It finally began to

need." Janet nestled closer

of his

if he were

leaned against Ethan’s chest and inhaled his fresh,

sigh

eyes sprang open.She

the

have folded and kept the clothes in

arm, pulling her closer to him,