The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride (Ethan and Janet)

Chapter 216 Unexpected Arrival

Janet's anger was still flickering inside her. Talking to Ethan was the last thing she wanted to do now. She picked up the phone and said coldly, "I'm having dinner with a client. I'll call you back later."

She then hung up the phone before Ethan could say a word.

The busy tone that came after his wife's statement made Ethan's face darken. He didn't expect her to react like this. His fingers tightened around the phone as his heart sank.

"Can't you drive faster?" he asked in a low, but impatient voice. The atmosphere in the car instantly became tense.

This question made the driver's palms sweaty all of a sudden. He sensed Ethan's mood and didn't dare to disobey him. He stepped on the gas and maneuvered through the vehicles on the road.

Meanwhile, in the restaurant, a waiter just served the dishes at the table of Janet and Kent. The tantalizing aroma wafted into their nostrils. The colors of the food made them look so tempting.

However, none of these moved Janet. She didn't have an appetite for it due to her fury. She just kept forking the steak on the plate in a bid to vent her anger.

"Ouch! That hurts!" Kent cried out, holding his chest.

It wasn't until this moment that Janet came to her senses. She looked up at him and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Kent jerked his chin towards the steak on her plate and responded, "I'm just speaking up for the steak on your plate. If it could talk, it would say, 'Ouch! That hurts!"'

"Jeez! You're so childish," said Janet, rolling her eyes. She then looked down at her plate and saw that the steak had several bright-red marks amidst its crusty brown exterior. Her anger no longer blinded her.

Kent stopped making a joke about it. He quietly cut his steak into small pieces. Afterward, he exchanged her plate of steak with his and began cutting again. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

While at it, he looked up at her with a smile and said, "Come on, eat something first to fill your stomach. You can worry about whatever that is bothering you later. But you can't eat steak like that. They make the best steak here. Have a taste of it. I'm sure you will love it."

Despite Kent's nudge and thoughtful help, Janet still couldn't bring herself to eat. Her anger had made her appetite non-existent.

"Oh, I see. Why don't you eat both servings since it's so good?" She supported her chin with one hand and sighed slightly.

It finally dawned on Kent that all wasn't well with her. He set down his cutlery and picked up the glass of wine beside him. As he poured some into his glass, he asked, "Penny for your thoughts? Tell me what bothers you. How about drowning your sorrows in wine?"

Kent was a cunning man. He knew that alcohol could easily intoxicate women. As a result, he wanted to make things easier by getting Janet drunk first. He thought schemingly, 'Damn, if I can make her drunk, it would be convenient for me to just take her to the room upstairs. Please fall for it!'

Covering the brim of her glass, Janet stared at him with her eyes gleaming with vigilance. She muttered politely, "I'm sorry. I can't drink."

She had an extremely low tolerance for alcohol. No matter how she tried to control herself, she always ended up misbehaving after drinking. She had learned a lesson from what happened the last time. So, she didn't dare to drink even though it would be nice to drown her sorrow.

"Hey, why not? Are you afraid that you will get drunk?" A sinister glint flashed through Kent's eyes at this moment.

"No, it's not that. I have a stomach problem, so I can't drink," replied Janet, forcing a smile.

"Don't worry. The alcohol percentage in this wine it's very low. It won't upset your stomach. Just take it. I assure you that it would get rid of your dull spirit." Kent put the glass of wine in front of her.

"No, thanks, Mr. Perkins. I don't want to risk it."

Janet gently pushed the wineglass towards him. He pushed it back, and this lasted for a while. All of a sudden, someone grabbed the wineglass and gulped down its content at a go.

"I'm her husband, so I'll just drink it for her." Ethan heavily put the glass on the table. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. The dim light made his facial features look deeper and colder. He was staring daggers at Kent.

Under this intimidating aura, Kent was noticeably startled. Ethan only stood there and stared at him, but he sensed that he was a terrifying person. He suddenly felt the urge to pee. And he broke out in a cold sweat.

'Oh my God! What is he doing here? How did he find me?' Janet's heart was pounding. She didn't expect Ethan to show up here.

Just as she felt weak in the knees, Ethan pulled her up roughly. "Let's go."

Never did it occur to Kent that Janet's husband would come here. He had thought his mischievous plan would be achievable tonight. Although he was a scum, he wasn't stupid, so he didn't stand up to Ethan in public.

Ethan pulled Janet outside of the hotel. The cold night wind hit her immediately. She couldn't help but shiver. Her teeth also chattered.

"You said you were with a client. This is a hotel. Why are you here?" he asked with a sneer.