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

and said, "You should have at least asked me

Janet looked

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

sense, in a way."

the sofa, his hair bouncing

here," he said, stretching out

her body reacted on its own accord.She

him

you cold? Do you want me

window, the streets

the dim lamps illuminated

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

need." Janet nestled

his

felt as if he were

Ethan’s chest and inhaled his

contented sigh

open.She looked at

collect the clothes

have folded and kept the

to him, making her lean on his shoulder more