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.

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

asked me to find a way to help you.I could also ask around

thought, Janet

all the problems myself without seeking anyone’s help ever since I was a child.If I started depending

makes sense, in a way." Ethan nodded in

leaned against the sofa, his hair bouncing with

said,

body reacted on its own accord.She nestled

him and wrapped

cold? Do you want me

the streets

dim lamps illuminated

on the green leaves.It finally

need." Janet nestled

his body seeped

as if he were her

leaned against Ethan’s chest and inhaled his

contented sigh escaped

open.She looked at him and

the clothes I washed

kept

arm, pulling her closer to him, making