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

should have at least asked me to find a way to help you.I could also

thought, Janet looked at

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

sense, in a way."

leaned against the sofa, his hair

he said, stretching out his

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

him and

me to

window, the

lamps

pattered on the green

nestled closer to

of his body seeped

as if he

against Ethan’s chest and inhaled his fresh,

contented sigh

her eyes sprang open.She looked at him

collect the clothes I washed

kept the clothes

arm, pulling her closer to him, making her