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 the money

have at least asked me to find a way to help you.I could also ask around for

thought, Janet

since I was a child.If I started depending on others, then it would become a habit.As time goes by, it

in a

against the sofa, his hair bouncing with every

here," he said,

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

to him

you cold? Do you want me to get a

the streets

the dim lamps

and the raindrops pattered on

need." Janet nestled closer

warmth of his body seeped into

if he were

against Ethan’s chest and inhaled his fresh, manly

sigh escaped

her eyes sprang open.She looked at him and

you collect the clothes I

folded and kept the clothes in

pulling her closer to him, making her lean on his