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.

it was indeed unreasonable for him to offer

and said, "You should have at least asked me to find a way

moment’s thought, Janet looked at

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 a

makes sense, in a way." Ethan

the sofa, his hair bouncing with

said, stretching

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

to him and wrapped the

you cold? Do you want me to

window, the streets

the dim lamps illuminated the

and the raindrops pattered on the green leaves.It finally

nestled

warmth of his body

as if he were her own, cozy

and inhaled

contented sigh escaped

eyes sprang open.She looked

the

have folded and kept the clothes

closer to him, making her lean on his