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

moment, darkness

on either side, trapping Janet

done with work.Let’s

and her heart took a sprint in her chest as if

do you want to

around Janet and

shoulder, exuding a faint peppermint

you want me

her weight from one foot to another, as his hot breath made her skin prickle

me, Ethan! I have to clean the desk,"

heroes he had read in books, who wouldn’t let go of

struggled, the more aggressive they

tighter and pressed his body

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

me first.We’ll

his

let you go, you will run away and won’t

chin and lifted her

naughty girl!" Janet’s eyes

her pink lips with his

still glaring at

leaned forward and

involuntary squeal left Janet’s