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.

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

"Does it still hurt?"

couldn’t answer him.She could only sob uncontrollably

had sailed alone for so long had finally found

gestured at his

hand,

always been an icy cold, serious

a woman as though he

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

Janet could

woman stopped

eyes

no matter what-even if your eyes are red and puffy.So stop crying.It hurts

to glare at him, Ethan

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

Damn it.

was too good a

minutes for Janet to calm down.She was really

damned driver,

pain for a while, the driver finally ran

men and ordering coldly, "Keep him alive.No matter what, get him to tell you

few minutes later, Ethan’s men dragged the

blew her