My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Ethan carefully carried Janet into the car.
As he laid her down on the backseat gently, the cool breeze of early autumn blew on her ruddy cheeks.
"Do you know who I am?" he whispered.
Seeing Janet in such a state made Ethan feel terrible.
He ran his fingers through Janet’s messy hair.
There were two obvious palm marks on Janet’s face, and there was a streak of blood at the corner of her mouth.
His heart ached so much that he didn’t dare to touch Janet’s face.
Holding Janet’s shivering body in his arms, he gently tried to comfort her.
"It’s okay now.I’m here.You’re safe.Don’t cry."
Janet clenched the waistcoat of Ethan’s striped suit and looked up at him, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Only then did she return to her senses.
She threw herself into Ethan’s arms and sobbed, "Oh, Ethan, it’s really you..."
"Yes, Janet.It’s me."
Ethan was very patient.He gently fixed the suit jacket he put on her and put his arm around her shoulders.
With his head slightly lowered, he was able to press his forehead against hers, He kissed her earlobe gently.
"Does it still hurt?"
Janet couldn’t answer him.She could only sob uncontrollably and bury her face into Ethan’s chest.
It was as though a boat that had sailed alone for so long had finally found a harbor amidst a violent storm.
Ethan rubbed her back reassuringly and gestured at his men to bring some tissue.
His men, on the other hand, were in a state of shock.

Their boss had always been an icy cold, serious man.
Yet here he was now, wiping the tears of a woman as though he was patiently coaxing an aggrieved child.
"Your eyes are all red and puffy from the crying.They won’t look pretty for a while," he whispered in a low voice.
Only Janet could hear him.
At that, the woman stopped crying abruptly.
Her teary eyes turned angry.
"Calm down, babe.You look good no matter what-even if your eyes are red and puffy.So stop crying.It hurts me to see you cry."
Seeing that she still had the energy to glare at him, Ethan finally heaved a sigh of relief.
But when his eyes landed on the stark slap marks on her face, his expression darkened once more.
Damn it.
Castration was too good a punishment for the driver.
It took a few more minutes for Janet to calm down.She was really scared.
As Ethan’s men castrated that damned driver, piercing shrieks echoed across the forest.
After screaming in pain for a while, the driver finally ran out of breath and fell silent, whimpering quietly.
Ethan covered Janet’s ears before turning to his men and ordering coldly, "Keep him alive.No matter what, get him to tell you
who’s behind this."
A few minutes later, Ethan’s men dragged the driver away.
With a tissue in her hand, Janet blew her nose and wiped her tear-stained eyes.
The tip of her nose and cheeks were red, and her eyelashes were wet with tears.
"Ethan, were you able to find Hannah? How is she?" Janet asked in a broken voice.

Ethan cupped Janet’s face and wiped her remaining tears with his thumb.
"Don’t worry.I’ve asked someone to look after her."
When Janet finally calmed down, Ethan took her to see Hannah.
Ethan had rescued Hannah from the car.
She was fine, but since the driver had kicked her just now, her arm showed a little bruising "Oh, my God! Are you okay? I’m glad
you’re safe.I was so worried about you."
Hannah stroked Janet’s hair.
When she saw the red marks on Janet’s face, she couldn’t help but burst into tears.
"How on earth did this happen?" Janet averted her gaze.
Biting her lower lip, she couldn’t answer.
Then, her eyes wandered over to Ethan.
She quietly glanced at the dozen men in black suits that surrounded them.
Confused, she tugged Ethan’s sleeve questioningly.
"Why are you dressed like that? And where did all these people come from? They look so scary."