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

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

a moment’s thought, Janet looked

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

a way." Ethan

leaned against the sofa, his hair bouncing

here," he said, stretching

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

to him and wrapped the

you want me

the streets were pitch

the dim lamps illuminated

pattered on the green leaves.It finally began

Janet nestled

warmth of his body seeped into

as if he were her

leaned against Ethan’s chest and inhaled his fresh, manly

sigh escaped her

her eyes sprang open.She looked at

the clothes I

folded and kept the clothes in your

pulling her closer to him, making her lean