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.

a slight frown, Janet decided to wait for

the microwave to heat it up.She settled on the sofa and watched TV while

while, she kept thinking of what had happened

twenty minutes later, she heard the sound

wearing a simple, clean white T-

nose stuck out more than usual, making him

sandwich, Janet looked up

"Why're you so late?"

late, so I covered his shift for another

he was getting more

could stay up this late

off his coat

are you eating? It smells so good." He craned his neck to get a bite of her sandwich, then he put his arm around her shoulder

eyebrows slightly, he

you getting so worked up about me staying up

Janet kept silent and looked

and was often

happened today," she suddenly said, looking up at him with

she relayed what had happened in the elevator with

it was her responsibility to inform Ethan