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

"Does it still hurt?"

answer him.She could only sob uncontrollably and bury her face into

as though a boat that had sailed alone for so long had finally found a

rubbed her back reassuringly and gestured at his men to

the other hand, were

had always been

was now, wiping the tears of a woman as

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

Janet could hear

woman stopped

teary eyes

if your eyes are red and puffy.So stop

she still had the energy to glare at him,

stark slap

Damn it.

was too good a punishment for the

took a few more minutes for

men castrated that damned driver, piercing shrieks echoed across the

the driver finally

his men and ordering coldly, "Keep him alive.No

later, Ethan’s men dragged the driver

Janet blew her