The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 7 Breakfast

It was rare for Janet to dream pleasant dreams lately. In this particular one, Hannah was treated in time and was able to recover. They went home together and life seemed all bright and hopeful.

However, the blaring of the ringtone interrupted her dream. Janet sat up from the bed and looked at the strange environment in a daze.

It took a while for her to finally remember she was married. She couldn’t adapt to the change yet.

As soon as she opened the door of the bedroom, her gaze fell on Ethan curling up on the sofa, hugging a pillow. The sofa was too small for his giant body. His legs were dangling out, and a gray blanket was wrapped around him. The sunlight cast a soft glow on his flawless features, making him look like a Greek God.

Janet was glad to know that Ethan didn’t make a move on her last night, so she relaxed her guard around him.

Janet smiled to herself and walked into the kitchen. There were eggs, bacon and bread in the fridge. It looked like the spices were never used before.

Janet put on an apron and began to make breakfast.

The bacon sizzled, and the delicious smell of butter wafted in the air.

eyes and looked at the woman busy cooking in the

daze. The scene brought memories of the past, as

a moment, he thought it was a dream. His mother always made breakfast before he got up when he was a child, and the entire house would smell

The vision became clear, and he

the sofa, staring in a daze, Janet asked

breakfast of sandwiches and soup with whatever they

Hannah had even suggested she

wooden chair, and sat down. His mouth watered when he saw the steaming breakfast on the table. He picked up a sandwich and took

years ago when he was a child. Ethan had eaten all kinds of food from expensive restaurants, but nothing seemed to be at par with what his mother cooked. Now, Janet’s

He smiled at Janet, his eyes gleaming with emotion. “It’s delicious. It tastes just like what my mother used to cook for me when I was a

She had made him a simple breakfast with the ingredients they had in the fridge, yet the gratitude and emotion on his

the dishes after you finish eating. I have something

and ate his breakfast, relishing

left.