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.

of him, it was indeed unreasonable for him to offer the money for the

have at least asked me to find a way to

moment’s thought, Janet

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,

sense, in a way." Ethan nodded

against the sofa, his hair

here," he said,

in embarrassment.But her body reacted on its own accord.She

Janet closer to him and

you want me to get

window, the streets were pitch

lamps illuminated

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

Janet nestled

his body

if he

chest and

sigh

her eyes sprang open.She looked at

the clothes I washed

kept the clothes

his arm, pulling her closer to him, making her lean on