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.

impression of him, it was indeed unreasonable for him to offer

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

moment’s thought, Janet looked

don’t have 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 a weakness.After all, you can only rely

makes sense, in a way." Ethan nodded in

against the sofa, his hair bouncing with

here," he said,

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

pulled Janet closer to him and wrapped

you cold? Do you want me to

the streets

dim lamps illuminated

wind howled, and the raindrops pattered on the green

Janet nestled closer

warmth of his body seeped

he were her own, cozy

Ethan’s chest and

contented sigh escaped

eyes sprang open.She

you collect the clothes I

folded and kept the

closer to him, making her lean on his shoulder more