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

sandwich in the microwave

she kept thinking of what had happened

she heard the sound of the key unlocking

inside wearing a simple, clean white

prominent nose stuck out more than usual, making him look even

sandwich, Janet looked up at him

"Why're you so late?"

I covered his shift for another half an hour,"

was getting more and more skillful at

stay up this late

off his coat

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

his eyebrows slightly,

you getting so worked up about me staying up

and looked down, feeling a

lot and was often late to go

today," she suddenly

what had happened

one hand, she thought it was her responsibility to inform