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

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

a moment’s thought, Janet looked at him

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 would turn into a weakness.After all, you

sense, in a way."

his hair bouncing with every

said, stretching out

in embarrassment.But her body reacted on its own accord.She nestled in Ethan’s arms and let out a weary

Janet closer to him and wrapped the blanket

you want me to get a

the

dim lamps illuminated the

on the

nestled closer

of his body seeped

felt as if he were her own,

Ethan’s chest and

contented sigh escaped her

open.She looked

the clothes I washed

folded and kept the

her closer to him, making her lean on