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."

her chest and raked

about I compensate for it? How much is this

bills from her handbag

three times the

stood up, his face taut with

tissues from the table and tried wiping the stain from Janet’s dress, which was dripping

as if he wanted to burn her

between her and me.Please don’t get

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

her dress

already

a poor woman like Janet afford an expensive dress? She

all, she struggled to make

on the floor

of occasion 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

money that Jocelyn had