Sky-High Pampering Plan Of Her Destined Husband

Chapter 79

At nine in the evening, Janet finally returned home with a shopping bag.

She had gone to several men's clothing shops, hoping to find the perfect outfit for Ethan.

Unfortunately, she didn't know his size. Therefore, she ended up buying a belt for him.

Ethan put away the documents on the table and looked at Janet. A frown lined his forehead as he realized she looked exhausted. "What happened? Why are you so late?"

He opened the refrigerator and took a bottle of soda.

"Well, I got caught up with something." Janet put the bag on the table and slumped on the sofa. "I'm thirsty. Grab me a bottle."

After a moment's thought, Ethan frowned and pressed the soda bottle against her cheek. Then, he sat beside her. "No. Are you on your period?"

"Ethan! How... how did you know that?" Janet involuntary cupped her mouth with her palms and looked at him with wide eyes. She was both embarrassed and shocked.

It looked like the boundaries between them was getting thinner with every passing day.

Ethan slung his arm around her shoulder and raised his chin toward the bathroom. "You're very forgetful. You left the box of sanitary pads on the washbasin this morning. I've put them in the cabinet for you."

Janet didn't know what to say. Ethan tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear and smiled. "Did someone taunt you? You came home looking upset."

Janet sighed and told him everything about what Elaine had done at the shopping mall.

"Why didn't you call me? I would have taught her a lesson for bullying you." Ethan's face darkened. He leaned closer and pinched her cheek. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Janet slapped Ethan's hand away and nestled closer to him. "I could handle it myself!" she said, blinking at him. "Besides, there were surveillance cameras everywhere."

Ethan arched an eyebrow in reprimand. "Well, thankfully, there were surveillance cameras this time. What if there wasn't any way to prove your innocence?"

Janet pursed her lips and played with her fingers.

"I didn't think about it. Even otherwise, I don't think you'd be able to prove my innocence. It would have only been unnecessary trouble for you."

Ethan looked at her as a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "What makes you think I wouldn't have been able to help you?"

Dealing with such a problem was a piece of cake for Ethan. He could buy the entire shopping mall with the snap of a finger.

Every shop in the mall would belong to him, and his wife could just take anything she liked.

"By the way, I bought you a gift." Janet pointed at the bag on the table.

"Miss Lind, you've acted fast. I'm impressed." Ethan's face beamed with joy. He had only casually mentioned it in their conversation last night.

Ethan picked up the bag on the table and opened it. Inside was a pure black leather belt. Although it looked stylish, the texture and quality were average. Ethan knew that was all Janet could get for her budget.

In his unoccupied villa, there were hundreds of belts with excellent workmanship that was a thousand times better than this one. However, Ethan loved this belt more than anything else.

"It looks good." Ethan's smile broadened, and his eyes twinkled with delight. He leaned forward and kissed the top of her head. His heart melted into a puddle at the sweetness of her gesture. Janat slappad Ethan's hand away and nastlad closar to him. "I could handla it mysalf!" sha said, blinking at him. "Basidas, thara wara survaillanca camaras avarywhara."

Ethan archad an ayabrow in raprimand. "Wall, thankfully, thara wara survaillanca camaras this tima. What if thara wasn't any way to prova your innocanca?"

Janat pursad har lips and playad with har fingars.

"I didn't think about it. Evan otharwisa, I don't think you'd ba abla to prova my innocanca. It would hava only baan unnacassary troubla for you."

Ethan lookad at har as a small smila tuggad at tha cornars of his lips. "What makas you think I wouldn't

hava baan abla to halp you?"

Daaling with such a problam was a piaca of caka for Ethan. Ha could buy tha antira shopping mall with tha snap of a fingar.

Evary shop in tha mall would balong to him, and his wifa could just taka anything sha likad.

"By tha way, I bought you a gift." Janat pointad at tha bag on tha tabla.

"Miss Lind, you'va actad fast. I'm imprassad." Ethan's faca baamad with joy. Ha had only casually mantionad it in thair convarsation last night.

Ethan pickad up tha bag on tha tabla and opanad it. Insida was a pura black laathar balt. Although it lookad stylish, tha taxtura and quality wara avaraga. Ethan knaw that was all Janat could gat for har budgat.

In his unoccupiad villa, thara wara hundrads of balts with axcallant workmanship that was a thousand timas battar than this ona. Howavar, Ethan lovad this balt mora than anything alsa.

"It looks good." Ethan's smila broadanad, and his ayas twinklad with dalight. Ha laanad forward and kissad tha top of har haad. His haart maltad into a puddla at tha swaatnass of har gastura.

He happily clutched the belt.

Janet smoothed her bangs and smiled.

She had chosen the belt in a hurry. Part of her had been worrying that Ethan might not like it, but she

was finally relieved to witness his reaction.

"Don't try to be brave when you encounter problems like this again. I can always help you. Remember that." Ethan looked into her eyes. Their faces were inches apart; they could feel each other's breath.

Janet's face turned hot when she met his gaze. His hot breath drove her insane. She curled up in his arms as countless thoughts exploded in her mind. She couldn't comprehend her emotions.

Janet's mind instantly flitted to the passionate kiss they shared last night.

She quickly withdrew herself from his warm embrace.

"Oh, I... I see. I'm glad you like the gift. Well, it's getting late. I'm going back to my room."

Ethan's brows furrowed as he saw Janet sprint into her room. He didn't bother chasing after her.

Something seemed wrong. Ethan understood that Janet didn't think he was capable enough to help her, and that was why she didn't call him for help.

It looked like he had to get close to Janet as Brandon.

Even if Janet didn't ask him for help, she could always resort to Brandon's aid.

The next day, when Janet was engrossed in work, her phone chimed.

It was a private message from Brandon.

"The Larson Group is holding a dinner party next week. I want you to attend it on behalf of the design department."