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.

up and picked up her graphic tablet on

next moment, darkness

on either side,

with

took a sprint in her chest as if she were on

do you want to

and pulled

hair rested on her shoulder, exuding a faint peppermint

earth do you want me

to another,

to clean the desk,"

domineering heroes he had read in books,

counterparts struggled, the more aggressive

his body against

the tablet into the bag and asked, "Why are you shaking? I’ll help you clean

of me first.We’ll

his hold.She was both

go, you will run away

chin and lifted her head to make her look at

naughty girl!"

stroked her pink lips with

are you still glaring

forward and bit

squeal