The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Christopher's heart raced in his chest as he leaned closer to Janet.

"Ethan..." Janet mumbled softly, shattering all the intimacy into pieces.

The light in Christopher's eyes dimmed in an instant.He immediately stopped and sat upright as the corners of his mouth twitched.

The light outside the window fell on his face, outlining his features.

He looked hurt.He restrained his emotions and lifted the coat on her shoulders.

"It's all right.Go to sleep."

He turned his head and looked out of the window.

The Korean restaurant they had dinner in the evening was quite far from Janet's home.

When they arrived, it was already past midnight.

The moon hung among the foamy clouds, casting a silver light on the land.

Janet was drunk; she had no idea what she was doing.

Her arms dangled out of her coat as she waved her hands.

shirt, unbuttoned on the top, slid to her

here.My back hurts a

don't move.You're

mouth became dry.He hurriedly lifted the coat and wrapped it around Janet, revealing nothing

up and carry

the back seat of the taxi as soon

wanted to drag her out of the taxi, but Janet didn't seem to cooperate with

as he was about to put her down, a strong force

looked up and saw

on the street cast long shadows, making Ethan look like a towering mountain that seemed to even block

her with such

Christopher.Then, he turned to look

his forehead,

here to drop

wrapped his arm around her shoulder, forcing her to stand

her wobbly feet didn't support her, he held her shoulder tightly to offer

you asking others to carry you?"

"Ouch!"

yelped in pain as she felt someone was