The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

At night, Janet wore her headphones and sat on the chair, with one leg under her bum, and began working on her design.Her elegant fingers had a way of their own with the pen.She painted at ease, drawing bold, confident strokes.

The window was open, and the summer breeze rustled her long, silky locks.

Ethan knocked on the door.His heart flipped when he witnessed the beautiful scene.

Janet glanced at him and looked away, focusing on the painting Ethan took her gesture as approval to get into the room.He shamelessly walked in and closed the door.

"Let’s talk." Ethan’s eyes were dark.

He placed a steaming glass of milk on the table and looked at her.

The sweet scent of milk wafted in the air.

Janet pursed her lips.Her mind was a mess.

"I don’t have time."

Ethan took a step back and sat on the edge of the bed, trailing his fingers across the soft bedsheet.

"I’ll wait for you to finish your work."

 Janet’s unique scent filled the room as the wind swept across her.

Ethan’s mouth dried, and his body turned hot in an instant.

He felt a surge of desire within him. At eleven at night, Janet finally stopped drawing.She stole a glance at Ethan, who was staring at her.

stood up and picked up her graphic tablet on the

next moment, darkness engulfed

hands on either side, trapping Janet against the table.His hot

with work.Let’s

turned red, and her heart took a sprint in her chest as if she were

do you want

and pulled her into

on her shoulder, exuding

on earth do you want me to do

to another, as his hot breath made her skin

have to clean the desk," she whined,

books, who wouldn’t

struggled,

his body

he helped her put the tablet into the bag and asked, "Why are you shaking? I’ll help

go of me first.We’ll sit

out of his hold.She was

will run

and lifted her head to make her

girl!" Janet’s

snorted and gently stroked her pink

are you still glaring at

and

involuntary squeal