Chapter 216
The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride
Janetâs 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, âIâm having dinner with a client. Iâll call you back later.â
She then hung up the phone before Ethan could say a word.
The busy tone that came after his wifeâs statement made Ethanâs face darken. He didnât expect her to react like this. His fingers tightened around the phone as his heart sank.
âCanât you drive faster?â he asked in a low, but impatient voice. The atmosphere in the car instantly became tense.
This question made the driverâs palms sweaty all of a sudden. He sensed Ethanâs mood and didnât 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 didnât 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.
âOuch! That hurts!â Kent cried out, holding his chest.
It wasnât until this moment that Janet came to her senses. She looked up at him and asked in confusion, âWhatâs wrong?â
Kent jerked his chin towards the steak on her plate and responded, âIâm just speaking up for the steak on your plate. If it could talk, it would say, âOuch! That hurts!'â
âJeez! Youâre so childish,â 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.
While at it, he looked up at her with a smile and said, âCome on, eat something first to fill your stomach.
You can worry about whatever that is bothering you later. But you canât eat steak like that. They make the best steak here. Have a taste of it. Iâm sure you will love it.â
Despite Kentâs nudge and thoughtful help, Janet still couldnât bring herself to eat. Her anger had made her appetite non-existent.
âOh, I see. Why donât you eat both servings since itâs so good?â She supported her chin with one hand and sighed slightly.
It finally dawned on Kent that all wasnât 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, âPenny for your thoughts? Tell me what bothers you. How about drowning your sorrows in wine?â
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, âDamn, if I can make her drunk, it would be convenient for me to just take her to the room upstairs. Please fall for it!â
Covering the brim of her glass, Janet stared at him with her eyes gleaming with vigilance. She muttered politely, âIâm sorry. I canât drink.â
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 didnât dare to drink even though it would be nice to drown her sorrow.
âHey, why not? Are you afraid that you will get drunk?â A sinister glint flashed through Kentâs eyes at this moment.
âNo, itâs not that. I have a stomach problem, so I canât drink,â replied Janet, forcing a smile.
âDonât worry. The alcohol percentage in this wine itâs very low. It wonât upset your stomach. Just take it.
I assure you that it would get rid of your dull spirit.â Kent put the glass of wine in front of her.
âNo, thanks, Mr. Perkins. I donât want to risk it.â
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.
âIâm her husband, so Iâll just drink it for her.â Ethan heavily put the glass on the table. His eyes were as sharp as an eagleâs. 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.
âOh my God! What is he doing here? How did he find me?â Janetâs heart was pounding. She didnât expect Ethan to show up here.
Just as she felt weak in the knees, Ethan pulled her up roughly. âLetâs go.â
Never did it occur to Kent that Janetâs husband would come here. He had thought his mischievous plan would be achievable tonight. Although he was a scum, he wasnât stupid, so he didnât stand up to Ethan in public.
Ethan pulled Janet outside of the hotel. The cold night wind hit her immediately. She couldnât help but shiver. Her teeth also chattered.
âYou said you were with a client. This is a hotel. Why are you here?â he asked with a sneer.