The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire novel 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 balls.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.