The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Ethan carefully carried Janet into the car.

As he laid her down on the backseat gently, the cool breeze of early autumn blew on her ruddy cheeks.

"Do you know who I am?" he whispered.

Seeing Janet in such a state made Ethan feel terrible.

He ran his fingers through Janet’s messy hair.

There were two obvious palm marks on Janet’s face, and there was a streak of blood at the corner of her mouth.

His heart ached so much that he didn’t dare to touch Janet’s face.

Holding Janet’s shivering body in his arms, he gently tried to comfort her.

"It’s okay now.I’m here.You’re safe.Don’t cry."

Janet clenched the waistcoat of Ethan’s striped suit and looked up at him, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Only then did she return to her senses.

She threw herself into Ethan’s arms and sobbed, "Oh, Ethan, it’s really you…"

"Yes, Janet.It’s me."

Ethan was very patient.He gently fixed the suit jacket he put on her and put his arm around her shoulders.

was able to press his

"Does it still hurt?"

sob uncontrollably

sailed alone for so long had

and gestured at his men to

the other hand, were in a state of

always been an icy

was now, wiping the tears of a woman as though he was patiently coaxing an

crying.They won’t look pretty for a while," he

could hear

that, the woman stopped crying

eyes

no matter what-even if your eyes are red

to glare at him, Ethan finally heaved a sigh of

landed on the stark slap marks on her face, his expression darkened once

Damn it.

a

for Janet

men castrated that damned driver,

driver finally ran out of breath

and ordering coldly, "Keep him alive.No matter what, get him to tell you who’s behind

minutes later, Ethan’s men dragged

blew her