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 Ethan to come

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

she kept thinking of what had happened in the

the sound of the key

a simple, clean white T- shirt

out more than usual, making him look even

her sandwich, Janet looked up

"Why're you so late?"

shift.A colleague was late, so I covered his

he spoke, he realized he was getting more and more skillful at

often? I didn't know you could stay up this late

coat and sat

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

his eyebrows slightly,

late.Why are you getting so

looked down,

lot and was often late to

way, something happened today," she suddenly

she relayed what had happened in the elevator with

it was her responsibility to inform