Sky-High Pampering Plan Of Her Destined Husband

Chapter 163

Janet held her breath and waited for the man to enter as the door flew open. But no one came in. Janet heard rustling noises and muffled groans from outside. Moments later, the house returned to silence.

She clutched the lamp tightly until her knuckles grew white. Her palm grew sweaty, and she almost dropped the lamp. Janet swallowed loudly; her heart was in her throat the entire time.

Janet planned to smash the lamp on the man's head as soon as he came in. She hoped to injure his head and knock him unconscious.

Moments later, a tall figure appeared outside the room and pushed the door open, causing it to creak on its hinges.

A tall figure walked toward her. Janet immediately picked up the lamp, closed her eyes, and flung it toward him.

However, Janet didn't hear any shouts or screams as expected. She slowly opened her eyes and saw that the man had grabbed the lamp.

"Don't... Don't come over! If you come anywhere closer to me, I'll beat you to death," Janet hissed through her gritted teeth. She was so scared that her heart almost stopped beating, but she pretended to be fearless.

"Beat me to death? Can you do that?" Ethan's deep, resonant voice reverberated across the silent room.

There was no light in the room, so Janet could only see a silhouette of his frame. The light outside

blurred his features, and Janet couldn't see his expression. But the anger was evident in his voice. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

"Ethan?" Janet was still in a state of shock. As Ethan stepped closer, she pounced on him.

Her voice trembled, and her legs gave away.

Ethan caught Janet and carried her to the bed.

His brows furrowed as he lifted her clothes and inspected her body to see if she had suffered any injuries. "Are you injured? Did he touch you?"

Janet's face flushed. She quickly dragged her skirt down and shook her head. She wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned on his chest to calm herself down.

Ethan tied her messy hair into a ponytail and brushed the loose strands off her face, tucking them behind her ear. His grip tightened as he pulled her closer.

He pressed his cheek against her ear and took a deep breath. "It's all my fault. I should have come home early," he mumbled, stroking her back.

Janet's heart took a sprint in her chest as Ethan's manly scent filled her nostrils. Her face turned red.

Janet finally returned to her senses and pushed him away. However, Ethan didn't budge.

She wiped her tears with the back of her hand and sniffed loudly. "Why did you come back so late? Do you even know what time it is now? Why don't you just move out if you don't wanna come back?"

The wind blowing through the window made Ethan's thin shirt stick to his muscular body. He pursed his lips and nodded, allowing Janet to scold him. "Well, it's all my fault."

It took a while for Janet to calm down.

She slowly returned to her senses and looked out the door, her eyes glistening with tears. She curled up in his arms and looked at the short stubble on his jaw.

"Where is that man? What did you do to him?"