The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

"It's just so weird.How can a person disappear without a trace just like that?"

Janet had been pondering the matter for so long, but she still couldn’t figure it out.Her elbows were propped on the table, her dainty little chin resting on the tent of her fingers.She pursed her lips and squinted at the distance as she thought of every possible explanation for her savior’s disappearance.

Ethan emerged from the kitchen with the tableware.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at the tiny furrow between her brows and the slight pucker of her lips.

"Think about it carefully.Maybe you forgot something, or missed some details."

He set their places on the table.

His cooking skills had significantly improved these last few weeks, and tonight, he had volunteered to cook dinner for them two.

"Oh, please."

Janet shot Ethan a glare.

"There’s no way I would forget anything about the person who saved my life."

And then something occurred to her.

"Ethan! You can help me find her, right?" Ethan paused.

He couldn’t let Janet know the existence of this bodyguard, no matter what.He stalled by picking up Janet’s fork and handing it to her.

Although the indoor heating was on, it was still a little cold.

Ethan was wearing a cream turtleneck sweater and lounge pants.He looked cozy and relaxed, with just a hint of his usual debonair elegance.

"All right," he finally said.

make some inquiries for

to

a few days later, he would tell Janet that they

intended, Janet felt assured by his show of support, and didn’t pursue the

down her fork and turned

does someone always appear to rescue me every time

of Ethan’s lips

casually pushed

you’ve done a lot of good deeds in your previous

Janet didn’t

she leaned over and

honestly.Did those things have anything to do

a beat.He could feel his guilt showing on

couldn’t recall anything that could have exposed

his wife was just

found out the truth, anyway, he decided to

his fork down and crossed his arms over his

he asked,

the side and thought about it for a few

been fortunate in everything I got myself into.Whenever I encountered trouble at work or other things, the problems were always resolved

that she hadn’t found out after

to himself, he picked up his fork and got back

meet, you’re bound to be fortunate.I won’t refuse your praise, though.If you say that I’m the one who brought you good luck, then who am I to argue? But if that’s the case, then shouldn’t you be

a voice was telling her that she had missed

it was, but her thoughts were currently in a jumble, and she had no idea where to

if she couldn’t determine what it

herself over something so trivial After dismissing the voice in her head, Janet rolled her