The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

It was already half past one when Janet got home that evening.

Quiet as a mouse, she opened the door and crept inside.

Only the sound of the clock ticking on the wall could be heard.

Janet flicked on the light switch.

To her surprise, the sandwich from breakfast was still sitting on the table where she left it, and there was not a beer bottle in sight.

She walked into the living room in her slippers and looked around in confusion, "Ethan?"

It was so late, but Ethan seemed to not have come back yet.

Or was he asleep in his room? Janet had half a mind to knock on his bedroom door, but decided against it on second thought.

She was afraid she'd just wake him up.

In the end, she quietly opened his door and poked her head in.

To her surprise, the room was empty.

slight frown, Janet decided to wait

awake.She popped the sandwich in the microwave to heat it up.She settled on the sofa

while, she kept thinking of what had

minutes later, she heard the sound of the key

a simple, clean white T- shirt

prominent nose stuck out more than usual, making him look

Janet looked up

"Why're you so late?"

colleague was late, so I covered his shift for another half an hour," Ethan

was getting more and

stay up this

off his coat and

to get a bite of her sandwich, then he put his arm around

his eyebrows

always stay up late.Why are you getting so worked up about me staying up

silent and looked down, feeling a bit sheepish.He was

a lot and was often late to go

something happened today," she suddenly

she relayed what had happened in the elevator with

the one hand, she thought it was her responsibility