Sky-High Pampering Plan Of Her Destined Husband

Chapter 125

Janet didn't think too much about it. She thought it was just a coincidence. She wouldn't have made the connection between Ethan and Brandon so easily.

After taking a quick cold shower, Ethan came out of the bathroom in a white T-shirt and loose track pants. Water was still dripping from his black hair, and his long narrow eyes drooped slightly.

Janet was still waiting for Brandon's reply when she felt somebody hug her from behind. The familiar scent of mint wafted to her nose, which comforted her.

"Done so soon?" Janet asked feebly, shifting uncomfortably in his arms.

"Weren't you waiting for me?" Ethan smiled. He withdrew his arms and dried his black hair with a towel, staring at her lazily.

Janet's face flushed and she immediately tried to defend herself. "I wasn't waiting for you. Anyway, you should check your phone since it lit up twice now. I think you got a few texts."

Unhurried, Ethan leaned over and nibbled on her earlobe affectionately.

His stubbles tickled her. "Hey, stop! You phone... Do you need me to get it for you?" Under his touch, goose bumps formed on the back of his neck, so Janet pulled away quickly to get his phone.

But as soon as she tried to stand up, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist from behind, shackling her to the sofa.

"Stop it! Just give me a minute, will you?" Janet's watery eyes were as wide as saucers. She thought

that Ethan was going to try to kiss her again. While the thought gave her butterflies, she still felt shy around him. Plus, there was some business she had to take care of first.

"What's on your mind? Why's your face so red?" Ethan pinched her cheek playfully.

Glancing at his phone on the table lazily, he asked, "Who are you texting anyway?"

"Oh, just Brandon Larson. He was the one who invited us to the party. Thanks to him, I had the opportunity to teach Fiona and Jocelyn a lesson today." As she spoke, Janet typed out another text to Brandon to express her gratitude. Ethan observed her quietly, taking note of her swollen lips from his biting earlier.

Then, he stood up and turned on all the lights in the room, flooding the apartment with light.

Just then, his phone lit up again.

"Who keeps texting you so late at night?" Janet eyed Ethan's phone curiously. But she didn't connect the dots, thinking it was just a coincidence.

"The owner of the convenience store asked me to come in and restock the store tomorrow." Ethan picked up his phone and saw that Janet had sent texts to his business account, which was Brandon's. After a quick glance, he put away his phone.

Simultaneously, Janet saw that the messages she had sent to Brandon had been read, but he didn't reply. Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Under her breath, she muttered, "Huh? Why didn't he reply?"

Worried that Janet might make the connection any second now, Ethan hurriedly scooped her into his arms and carried her to her room.

"Ah! What're you doing?" Startled, she grabbed his clothes in a panic.

Ethan laid her down on the bed gently then kissed her passionately. The woman's unique fragrance

intoxicated him, making him want to conquer her even more.

He cupped her cheek gently, but he climbed atop her, holding her down. He started kissing Janet even more passionately, his tongue dancing with hers.

He tasted like mint, too. Probably from the tooth paste.

After what seemed like an eternity, just as Janet was beginning to think something might happen, the man suddenly pulled away.

Janet's eyes were shut tight. The kiss made her feel dizzy. She lay on the bed weakly.

"Get some sleep," Ethan said gruffly, gently kissing her ear.

His eyes still burned with lust, but he pulled out the blanket and gently tucked her in. Then, he kissed her on the forehead and asked, "By the way, when's Hannah's surgery?"

Janet, who was cozily wrapped in the blanket, looked stunned. Blushing, she muttered, "Tomorrow."

"Okay. I'll go with you tomorrow." Ethan stroked her hair and gave her one last peck on the forehead before turning around to leave.

He had kissed her just now only to distract her. But he almost lost control of himself...