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.

and picked up her

moment, darkness engulfed

frame pressed against hers.He placed his hands on either side, trapping Janet

done with

sprint in her

you want to talk

wrapped his arms around Janet and pulled her into a

her shoulder, exuding a

you want me to do to

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

to clean the desk,"

had read in books, who wouldn’t let go of their love interests during

more their female counterparts struggled, the more

his body against Janet’s, trapping her

bag and asked, "Why are

me first.We’ll sit

wriggling out of his hold.She was both shy

will run away and won’t

his fingers under her chin and lifted her

girl!" Janet’s

gently stroked her

are you still glaring at

and bit

squeal left