The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

A beam of sunlight fell on Janet’s face.She winced and rubbed her bleary eyes, realizing that it was already morning.Her throat was dry, and there was a dull pounding at her temples.

It appeared that she had been drunk the previous night.

Janet scratched at her messy hair and padded to the bathroom in a daze, intending to freshen herself up.

When she faced the mirror, however, she was horrified to find her neck and chest dotted with red marks, which were decidedly not insect bites.

"Ethan Lester!" Janet screamed at the top of her lungs, her face burning.

"You called for your husband?" Ethan said as he sauntered into the bathroom.

A thin sheen of sweat covered his sculpted face, and his gray shirt was damp at the chest.He must have gone running.

"What did you do to me last night?" Janet demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.

Ethan raised an eyebrow and looked pointedly at the hickeys around her neck.

"You’re seriously asking me what I did to you? Shouldn’t you be asking what you did to me? You started it all.You clung to me and kept touching my body, rubbing my—"

"Stop it!"

Janet closed her eyes and put her hands up.

"Did you think I would believe all these nonsense you’re spouting?"

There was no way she would do those things to him! With a helpless look on his face, Ethan walked away and came back with a crumpled shirt in his hand.

"This is the evidence.My chest was also pinched red by you last night.Do you want to have a look?"

Then he intended to take off his clothes.

"No!" Janet turned away in a panic.She tried to recall everything that had transpired, but only vague, hazy flashes surfaced in her mind.

If she wasn’t mistaken… She had, indeed, taken the initiative to kiss Ethan in the car, Great! She had well and truly ruined her image.

she would lose all common sense after a few glasses

lip and covered her face with her hands, wishing that a hole would

okay?" Ethan said behind her,

drink this." He handed her

the drink and realized that

drinking it, her

had also disappeared from her

Unfortunately, her mortification remained.

up for the day.She changed into

time, a small smile

the Larson Group,

all the designs you submit for the autumn and winter series,"

use Lind’s designs." He held up a portfolio as his gaze swept down the long table to where Janet

you for this great

learn.Please guide me as I

so soon.She had been working here for less than a month, after

colleagues, "There’s no need for that.Your designs

her portfolio as he spoke, his pride and admiration evident in

other designers present in the meeting lIly

pretty ordinary," Pamela Daly

prior to Janet, and had been fully expecting

she wasn’t happy with

voice down," one of

in front

I didn’t say anything

on

all

stack of documents before smiling kindly at

you in my office,

followed him to the

desk, unbuttoned his suit jacket, and leaned back against