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.

his head slightly lowered, he was able to press his forehead against hers, He kissed her

"Does it still hurt?"

only sob uncontrollably

a boat that had sailed alone for so long

gestured at

other hand, were in

always been an icy

was now, wiping the tears of a

the crying.They won’t look pretty for a

Janet could

the woman stopped

eyes turned

if your eyes are red and puffy.So stop crying.It hurts

had the energy to glare at him,

eyes landed on the stark slap marks on her face, his expression

Damn it.

good a punishment for

minutes for Janet to calm down.She was really

damned driver, piercing shrieks echoed

in pain for a while, the driver finally ran out of breath and fell

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

later, Ethan’s men dragged the driver

in her hand, Janet blew her nose and wiped