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.

he was able to press his forehead against hers, He

"Does it still hurt?"

only sob uncontrollably and bury

for so long had finally found a harbor

her back reassuringly and gestured at his men

other hand,

boss had always been

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

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

Janet could

the woman stopped

eyes turned

down, babe.You look good no matter what-even if your eyes are red and puffy.So stop crying.It hurts me to

to glare

stark slap marks on her face, his expression darkened

Damn it.

good a

a few more minutes for Janet to

Ethan’s men castrated that damned driver, piercing shrieks echoed

finally

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

few minutes later, Ethan’s

a tissue in her hand, Janet blew her nose and