The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband is a Billionaire Chapter 442

Read The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband is a Billionaire Chapter 442

It was already bright outside when Janet woke up the next morning.

She was sore all over, and her limbs felt like they might fall apart any second.

When did she fall asleep last night?

The last thing she remembered was Ethan on top of her.

The man was an absolute beast in bed.

“Oh!” Janet blushed as memories of their lovemaking flashed in her head. She burrowed back under the sheets.

But then the door opened, and she couldn’t help but peek over the edge of the quilt.

Ethan sauntered in carrying a breakfast tray. He was clad in black pajama bottoms and nothing else.

Janet’s eyes immediately went to his broad shoulders and his muscular torso. She could almost feel the warmth of his strong, hard chest under her fingertips.

Ethan set the tray down on the table and padded over to the bed. He leaned over Janet and gently swept his thumb over her brow. “Hello, Mrs. Larson. Do you need more sleep? It’s already well past noon. If you want to keep sleeping, we can take our private plane later.”

He had booked flights to Europe for their honeymoon trip.

Janet stretched her arms and reached for Ethan’s shoulder. The afterglow from last night left a rosy hue on her skin.

She perked up at his teasing words, and poked his arm jokingly. “It’s all your fault. You’re the reason why I’m so exhausted.”

They shared a chuckle and cuddled for a moment before she asked, “Don’t you need to go to the company? Won’t the Larson Group fall without your supervision?”

In fact, she hadn’t expected a honeymoon trip.

“I took a week off,” Ethan said, looking unbothered as he pulled her closer and rubbed her shoulders.

Hearing this, Janet shot up in bed and grinned. “Then, I’ll go pack and get ready right away.”

She had always wanted to travel with Ethan, but they never found the time.

Before she could scramble out of the covers, he pulled her back into his embrace. “Let me carry you to the bathroom,” he whispered and n****d her earlobe.

She probably had no idea how irresistible she looked when she just woke up.

It only took a single taste to get addicted to something, but once you reached that point, the matter of restraint became a constant battle. With that said, Ethan and Janet stayed in the bathroom for two hours.

Sure enough, they ended up taking their private jet and arrived in Europe at nine o’clock that evening.

The night sky over Paris was still a light shade of blue despite the hour, and the lights of the Eiffel Tower glimmered in the surface of the River Seine. It truly was the most romantic city on earth.

By the boulevard, a tall, striking man was busy snapping pictures of a smiling woman across the pavement.

Her eyes were clear and bright, lending a youthful charm to her petite frame.

“Aren’t you done yet, Ethan?” Janet complained. She was growing tired of smiling for the camera.

Her husband, bless his heart, seemed to be enjoying his new gadget. He looked rather adorable in his knitted wool hat and his black wool overcoat as he fiddled with the lens.

Ethan had never taken photos of other people before, much less a woman. He never had any reason to. And so, he was understandably uneasy about this particular activity.

Fortunately. Janet appeared to be pleased with the pictures when he showed them to her.

“Oh, is that the Louvre?” Janet had turned toward the southern bank of the Seine, her eyes filled with awe as she stared at the magnificent building in the distance.

Back when she had been studying painting, her biggest dream was to explore this historical site.

Ethan silently watched her bask in wonder; then he brought her chilly fingers to his lips and kissed them. “Let’s go over there and have a look,” he said softly

The winter wind was cold, and Janet shivered despite the layers she wore. Ethan reached out an arm around her shoulder and tucked her under his coat, and the two of them walked down the streets, talking and laughing.

Janet was still in high spirits when they retired for the night.

She lay back in bed with her arms spread as she recounted everything she had seen at the Louvre with unmistakable fondness. “I thought the Mona Lisa would be bigger. Her smile didn’t look as mysterious as the Internet hyped it to be.”

Ethan emerged from the shower and found her wriggling on the bed. Her slender and even legs were kicking randomly in the air, and her plump chest was heaving slightly, which was like a silent temptation.

His mouth suddenly felt dry, and he had to s*****w a lump in his throat. All the blood in his body surged downward. Ethan gritted his teeth.

“There you are, honey.” Janet said, flashing him an inviting smile. “Come here, let’s look at the photos we took together.”

But Ethan wasn’t interested in the photos at all.

What he wanted to do right there and then was to rip off her clothes and keep her in bed for hours on end.

Without another thought, he walked to the bed and straddled her, pinning her down with his body.

“You’re too heavy.” Janet said innocently, though a knowing smile was dancing on her lips.

Ethan playfully bit her lower lip and growled. “I want you. Open your legs.”