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

moment,

placed his hands on either side, trapping Janet against the

with work.Let’s talk

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

do you want to talk

Janet and pulled her

on her shoulder,

want me to do

trembled, shifting her weight from one foot to another, as his hot breath made her

have to clean the desk," she whined, shrinking

got reminded of the domineering heroes he had read in books, who

their female counterparts struggled, the more aggressive

tighter and pressed his body against Janet’s, trapping her against

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

first.We’ll sit

tried wriggling out of his hold.She was both shy and

you go, you will run away and won’t talk to me,"

chin and lifted her head to

girl!" Janet’s eyes

snorted and gently stroked her pink lips

are you still

leaned forward and

involuntary squeal left