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.

my friends make

wasn’t planning to do

to drop the matter, and then a few

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

down her fork and

I feel like I’ve been very lucky recently.I mean, why does someone always appear to rescue me every time I’m in

corners of Ethan’s

cleared his throat and casually

of good deeds in your previous life, and this is your

Janet didn’t

she leaned over and narrowed her

those things have anything to do

guilt showing on

anything that could have exposed his

his wife was just inherently

out the truth, anyway, he decided

put his fork down and crossed his arms over his

did you know?" he asked, cool

her head to the side and thought about it for a

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

her, realizing that she hadn’t found

he picked up his fork

matter where you are and who you 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

back of Janet’s mind, a voice was telling her that she

her thoughts were currently in a jumble, and

determine what

to strain herself over something so trivial After dismissing the voice in her