The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Clenching his teeth, Ethan shot Garrett a murderous glare.

"You want me to pretend to be gay?" Garrett burst into unhinged laughter that lasted a long time.

When he finally was out of breath, he leaned back against the sofa and looked at his friend innocently.

"What else can you do? You want to help your wife using Brandon’s identity, but your wife refuses to accept Brandon’s kindness.And, as her husband, you can’t remain indifferent while knowing that Brandon’s hitting on your wife."

When he finished his words, he looked at Ethan, who was sitting against the light.

Garrett could only make out Ethan’s outline in the dazzling afternoon light.His friend seemed unfathomable.

Ethan put down the pen and leaned against his chair, gnashing his teeth angrily.

After a long time, he finally said with great reluctance, "I guess it is my only choice."

Garrett’s smile grew even wider, as though his trick had succeeded.He happily took a sip of the tea then set the cup on the table and smacked his lips.

"Dude, I told you I’m so smart.Who else could’ve come up with such a good idea? Now, you won’t have to go through all that trouble anymore." Ethan curved his mouth into a sneer.

"Of course only you could think of an idea so ridiculous, it might actually work, but it is also a double-edged sword."

Garrett sighed and said in a whining tone, "It took me a long time to solve this problem for you.How could you say that to me?".

Truth be told, Ethan thought Garrett’s idea was feasible.Even if Janet was under the impression that Brandon was gay, it wouldn’t change anything anyway.When he revealed his identity in the future, the misunderstanding would naturally disappear.But despite knowing this, he couldn’t help but feel awkward.

someone else could

to tell her himself that he

any straight

powerful CEO of the Larson Group? Garrett kept on smiling and winked at

Brandon has erectile dysfunction.So even if Brandon had a crush on her, there’s nothing

such a mischievous man with

though the three generations before him were

thought

said in a

waved his hand dismissively and

was better anyway.We’re at the end of our rope.This is our

didn’t say anything, but

******* 

autumn in the Seacisco

yellow

duty, the sun had already

came back home,

can of ice cold beer

crushed the can and leaned against the

how to

he was fretting, the door

when she saw him.Her eyes curved in a smile like crescent

she said with pleasant