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 some

to

the matter, and then a few days later, he would tell Janet that they had no

his show of support, and

middle of dinner, however, Janet put down her

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

of Ethan’s lips lifted in

cleared his throat and casually pushed the salad bowl

of good deeds

didn’t

over and narrowed her eyes

me, honestly.Did those things have anything to do with

guilt showing on his face, but

couldn’t recall anything that could have exposed

his wife was just inherently

she had found out the truth, anyway, he decided

fork down and crossed his arms over

you know?" he asked, cool as a

side and thought about it for a few

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

her, realizing that she hadn’t found

himself, he picked up his fork and got back to

very charming person.No 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 the case, then

voice

but her thoughts were currently in a jumble, and she had

if she couldn’t determine what it was, then

no need to strain herself over something so trivial After dismissing the voice in