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 graphic

next moment, darkness engulfed

side,

with work.Let’s talk

sprint in her chest as if she were

want to talk

wrapped his arms around Janet and pulled her into

rested on her shoulder, exuding a faint

on earth do you want me to do to

her weight from one foot to another, as his hot

to clean the desk," she

had read in books, who wouldn’t let

female counterparts struggled, the more aggressive they would

pressed his body against Janet’s,

tablet into the bag and asked, "Why are

of me first.We’ll sit

of his hold.She was both shy and

you go, you will run away

his fingers under her chin and lifted

naughty girl!"

and gently stroked her pink lips with

still

leaned forward and

involuntary squeal left