The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet turned around and saw who it was.

Jocelyn was standing beside her.She looked apologetic, but it somehow seemed exaggerated as she fought a complacent smile.

"Oh, I’m sorry.A waiter bumped against me now."

She clamped her mouth with one hand and held the glass with the other, pretending to feel sorry for her.Her apology didn’t seem sincere, for her every word dripped with contempt.

"I didn’t mean it."

Janet tugged at her wet dress that was clinging to her legs.

The sweet scent of roses from the wine wafted in the air.

Janet immediately moved back from Jocelyn and glared at her.

"You did it on purpose! You didn’t have an invitation, right? How did you get in?" Jocelyn smirked at her.

"Of course, I walked in.I have my ways.I can get into parties even without the invitation."

raked her eyes across Janet back to

accidentally stained your dress.How about I compensate for it? How much is this dress? Is it even

bills from her handbag and threw them

the price.You don’t have to

down the glass and stood up, his face

the table and tried wiping the stain from Janet’s dress,

glared at Jocelyn as if he

and me.Please don’t

grabbed the tissues from his hand, trying to calm him down.She feared that Ethan might end up beating up

dress indeed wasn’t

perhaps already

She didn’t even have decent clothes to wear

she struggled to make

on

it is? Don’t you have any sense of aesthetics? How could you come here wearing a cheap dress? Don’t you have money to even afford a decent dress, or are you too stingy to spend money on it?

the money that Jocelyn had thrown on the