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 her graphic tablet on the

moment, darkness

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

done with work.Let’s

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

you want to

his arms around Janet and pulled

shoulder, exuding a faint

me to do

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

I have to clean

reminded of the domineering heroes he had read in books, who wouldn’t let go of their love interests during

more their female counterparts struggled, the more aggressive they would

his body against Janet’s, trapping her against the

he helped her put the tablet into the bag and asked, "Why

first.We’ll

wriggling out of his hold.She was both shy and

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

lifted her head to make her look at

naughty girl!" Janet’s eyes

stroked her

still glaring at

forward and

involuntary squeal