The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet didn’t think too much about it.She thought it was just a coincidence.She wouldn’t have made the connection between Ethan and Brandon so easily.

After taking a quick cold shower, Ethan came out of the bathroom in a white T-shirt and loose track pants.

Water was still dripping from his black hair, and his long narrow eyes drooped slightly.

Janet was still waiting for Brandon’s reply when she felt somebody hug her from behind.

The familiar scent of mint wafted to her nose, which comforted her.

"Done so soon?" Janet asked feebly, shifting uncomfortably in his arms.

"Weren’t you waiting for me?" Ethan smiled.

He withdrew his arms and dried his black hair with a towel, staring at her lazily.

Janet’s face flushed and she immediately tried to defend herself.

"I wasn’t waiting for you.Anyway, you should check your phone since it lit up twice now.I think you got a few texts."

Unhurried, Ethan leaned over and nibbled on her earlobe affectionately.His stubbles tickled her.

"Hey, stop! You phone… Do you need me to get it for you?"

Under his touch, goose bumps formed on the back of his neck, so Janet pulled away quickly to get his phone.

soon as she tried to stand up, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist from behind, shackling her to the

it! Just give me

thought that Ethan was going to try

her butterflies, she

business she had to take care

your face so red?"

at his phone on the table lazily,

just Brandon Larson.He was the one who invited us to the party.Thanks to him, I had

spoke, Janet typed out another

quietly, taking note of her

and turned on all the lights in the room, flooding the

you

eyed Ethan’s phone

dots, thinking it was just a

asked me to come in and

saw that Janet had sent texts to his business account,

glance, he put

had sent to Brandon had been read, but he didn’t

her breath, she muttered,

Janet might make the connection any second now, Ethan hurriedly scooped her into his arms and carried her to

"Ah! What’re you doing?"

his clothes