Read The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband is a Billionaire Chapter 173
Ethan slipped on a black windbreaker over his pajamas and said softly, “Hannah’s probably asleep by now. I’m going to the balcony to get some air. You can sleep first.”
“Okay.” Janet didn’t think about it too much.
After all, with Ethan gone, she had the bed to herself and she could finally rest easy.
Sure enough, Ethan brought a can of ice-cold beer to the balcony with some company documents he wanted to go over. After finishing his drink, he headed back to the bedroom.
Janet, who had fallen asleep on his side of the bed, was clutching the quilt tightly. Her smooth, slender leg was poking out from under the edge of the quilt.
“You’re sleeping in a rude way.” Ethan snorted as he pulled the quilt over her legs. After tucking her in properly, he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her sleeping figure for a long time before lying next to her.
On Monday morning.
Janet had been quite nervous ever since she moved into Ethan’s bedroom. As a result, she overslept and was running late for work. After quickly washing up, she ran out the door with a piece of bread in tow.
“Wait for me!” Ethan was wearing a black baseball cap and a gray hooded sweatshirt over a white T-shirt. He caught up to her and offered to carry her bag.
“What? Why? Aren’t you going to work today?” Janet walked quickly to catch up to Ethan and looked at him questioningly, although she secretly felt happy that he was accompanying her.
Ethan stood at the stair landing, waiting for her. He lowered his head, the brim of his hat covering his cold eyes. His high nose looked even more prominent, and his thin lips curved upward into a charming smile.
“Those debt collectors might come looking for you again. I just want to make sure you get to work safely.”
“That might be too troublesome on your end. What if you’re late for work? I’m sure those people won’t find out where I work. I haven’t revealed any personal information to them.” Not wanting to inconvenience others, Janet reached out to get her bag back from Ethan.
But Ethan raised his hand and lifted the strap of her shoulder bag over his head. Then he slipped his hand around her waist and escorted her outside the apartment building. “What’re you talking about? I’ve already asked my boss for a leave today.”
Janet looked at him helplessly, left with no choice but to give up.
As soon as they made it to the pedestrian lane across the road from her office, she saw that a group had gathered right outside the building, causing quite the ruckus.
The group of thugs who had come to demand money from her had hung banners at the entrance of the building. There were several bright red words scrawled on the banners.
“Janet Defaults On Her Debt.”
“Pay Off Your Debt!”
Perhaps the strong men had gone to Hannah’s house to stir up trouble again, but found no one there, so they went here instead.
“How did they find me here?” Janet stood frozen to the spot, too shocked to move.
Although she did not reveal any personal information, it turned out that these people were smart. They probably went out of their way to find out where she worked.
What happened between her and Fiona took place only a few days ago, so this matter was bound to cause big trouble and further ruined her reputation.
“Who’s this Janet and why does she always cause us so much trouble?” A female employee passing by read all the banners and frowned deeply.
“I’m not sure, but I heard she’s from the design department. Her foster parents came here and made a scene a few days ago. I wonder what’s going on now.” A short, stout woman nearby crossed her arms over her chest and sneered arrogantly, “She kept nagging others to pay her back, yet now she’s the one who’s in debt. What a hypocrite!”
Janet’s expression darkened. She was about to go over there and teach those gossipy women a lesson, but then Ethan stopped her.
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to his side. His voice was calm and unhurried. “Don’t. If they find out you’re here, they won’t let you inside the building, and things will get even trickier.”