The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

"Do you have the flower shop’s phone number? Ask if the flowers can be returned."

After clearing the petals on the floor, Janet laid a pile of flowers on the dining table.

Ethan painstakingly removed all the candles from the floor and made a call to have his men take the flowers away.

It was already midnight by the time they finished cleaning.

Exhausted, Janet leaned against the sofa.

"I was able to get this much back from the flower shop."

With one hand in his pocket, Ethan walked over to Janet and put a wad of cash next to her.

"Why are you giving it to me? It’s your money."

Janet looked tired, but her tone was as cold as it was that morning.

As she spoke, she dumped the money on the coffee table and then got up to walk to her room.

Before closing the door behind her, she stole one last glance at the man.

Truth be told, she was delighted to have received flowers from Ethan.She had never seen so many flowers before, let alone the fact that they were from Ethan.

But the most important thing for two people to get along was to trust each other.

Ethan didn’t trust her enough, and that was what made her mad.She couldn’t let go of it so soon.

a long sigh, Janet threw herself to

her door, Ethan was

his teeth and walked to the

go? Have you won her heart

Ethan sneered.

clouded over, even darker than

I haven’t rested since sundown,"

God! You’re amazing! It’s been

didn’t seem

helped you with something so important, would you consider giving

so angry that he almost burst

voice, "You’re fucking useless! Your shitty idea didn’t work at all.She called me a big spender and asked me to return the flowers.I even had to get

it meant that not

entire Larson Group was

"Wait! Don’t hang up!"

shouted in a

ear tightly, he quickly lifted the quilt and

in the

in no mood to peak

wine bottle in tow, and said, "Mr.Lester, calm down, Flowers worked every time for me.But I already told you that your wife’s different.How

and hung up the phone without

him to

mood couldn’t be

next morning, in the Larson Group, Garrett slapped a paper bag of books onto Ethan’s