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.

him, it was indeed unreasonable for him to offer the

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

thought, Janet looked at him

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

makes sense, in a way." Ethan nodded

his hair

he said, stretching

her bottom lip in embarrassment.But her body reacted on its own

pulled Janet closer to him and wrapped

want me to get a

the streets were pitch

the dim lamps

howled, and the raindrops pattered on

nestled closer to

his body seeped into

if he were her own,

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

sigh

open.She looked at him

you collect the clothes

and kept the clothes in

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