Read The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband is a Billionaire Chapter 143
Ethan turned another page with a small smile. “I‘m just a part–time worker with no fixed hours. I just happened to be free for the day.”
“I see.” Janet pursed her lips.
“All right, stop talking and finish your work quickly.” Ethan walked up to her and gently knocked the book he was holding against the top of her head.
“But I only said two words!” Janet grumbled, ducking her head and shooting him a glare. Ethan chuckled softly and padded out of the room.
Without the distraction he provided, Janet was able to concentrate on her designs.
Soon, the light drizzle stopped completely. Its pitter–patter was replaced by the occasional sound of a drop falling from the leaves and into the puddles on the ground. The air had become balmy after the rain, and Janet felt her body grow hot and sticky with sweat.
By the time Ethan came around again, it was already dusk.
“What is this supposed to mean, Janet?” he asked, his face stern. “You didn‘t even touch the noodles I brought for lunch.” This time, he was carrying a plate of what looked like meat b***s. He set it on the table and crossed his arms over his chest. Ethan stared pointedly at the bowl of noodles that had grown cold and soggy, then back to the stubborn woman in front of him.
Only then did Janet remember that he had brought her something for lunch.
“Sorry, I forgot,” she said sheepishly. She glanced at the clock on the wall and found that it was already six in the evening.
Janet hadn‘t felt a pang of hunger at all. Besides, she didn‘t have much time left to waste on eating.
She pressed her lips together and looked up at Ethan with some caution. “I‘d like to eat later. I should finish my drafts first.”
Ethan raised an eyebrow. Before she knew it, he had thrown himself on the chair next to her. “You can’t just skip meals,” he scolded. “Here, I combined grains, vegetables, and fish to make these tiny b***s. It‘s bite–size and should be convenient enough for you. You can just draw while eating, it won‘t hold you up for too long.”
Janet put her pen down and looked at the dubious–looking b***s on the plate. They didn‘t look all that appetizing. In fact, they didn‘t look like b***s, at all. Ethan had probably used too much force in shaping them.
Still, he looked rather adorable in his black T–shirt and floral apron.
“Open your mouth.” The sound of spoon scraping against porcelain plate rang in the air as he scooped out a ball and held it against Janet‘s mouth.
“I can eat by myself,” she muttered, blushing.
And yet, she still opened her mouth obediently.
Ethan let out a small snort. “You little liar,” he teased.
It‘s your fault! You fed me first!” Janet retorted in between chews. A smile was tugging on the corners of her lips, and her eyes twinkled with amusement.
“Sure, sure.” Ethan wasn‘t interested in an argument. He scooped out another ball and held it up for her just as she finished s********g.
“Why are you being so nice today?” Janet asked after gobbling the second ball.
His thoughtfulness was endearing.
“Wasn‘t I always nice?” Ethan countered, leaning forward with narrowed eyes.
Janet giggled before planting a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “You‘ve always been the best.”