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 forehead against hers, He

"Does it still hurt?"

answer him.She could only sob uncontrollably and

boat that had sailed alone for so long had finally found

back reassuringly and gestured at his men to bring

hand,

always been an icy

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

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

could

woman stopped

eyes turned

no matter what-even if your eyes are red and

that she still had the energy to glare

slap marks on her face, his

Damn it.

a punishment

took a few more minutes for Janet to calm down.She

damned driver, piercing shrieks

screaming in pain for a while, the driver finally ran

and ordering coldly, "Keep him alive.No matter what, get him

few minutes later, Ethan’s men dragged

hand, Janet blew