Chapter 33
The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride
A beam of sunlight fell on Janetâs face. She winced and rubbed her bleary eyes, realizing that it was already morning.
Her throat was dry, and there was a dull pounding at her temples. It appeared that she had been drunk the previous night.
Janet scratched at her messy hair and padded to the bathroom in a daze, intending to freshen herself up.
When she faced the mirror, however, she was horrified to find her neck and chest dotted with red marks, which were decidedly not insect bites.
âEthan Lester!â Janet screamed at the top of her lungs, her face burning.
âYou called for your husband?â Ethan said as he sauntered into the bathroom.
A thin sheen of sweat covered his sculpted face, and his gray shirt was damp at the chest. He must have gone running.
âWhat did you do to me last night?â Janet demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.
Ethan raised an eyebrow and looked pointedly at the hickeys around her neck. âYouâre seriously asking me what I did to you? Shouldnât you be asking what you did to me? You started it all. You clung to me and kept touching my body, rubbing myââ
âStop it!â
Janet closed her eyes and put her hands up. âDid you think I would believe all these nonsense youâre spouting?â
There was no way she would do those things to him!
With a helpless look on his face, Ethan walked away and came back with a crumpled shirt in his hand.
âThis is the evidence. My chest was also pinched red by you last night. Do you want to have a look?â
Then he intended to take off his clothes.
âNo!â Janet turned away in a panic.
She tried to recall everything that had transpired, but only vague, hazy flashes surfaced in her mind.
If she wasnât mistaken⦠She had, indeed, taken the initiative to kiss Ethan in the car.
Great! She had well and truly ruined her image. Janet had never expected that she would lose all common sense after a few glasses of wine.
She bit her lower lip and covered her face with her hands, wishing that a hole would open up below her and swallow her into an abyss.
âAll right, I didnât do anything, okay?â Ethan said behind her, his voice deep and husky. âHere, drink this.â He handed her a paper cup.
Janet took a sniff of the drink and realized that it was honey water.
After drinking it, her stomach finally settled down. The bitter taste of hangover had also disappeared from her tongue.
Unfortunately, her mortification remained. Janet decided to ignore Ethan altogether and proceeded to freshen up for the day. She changed into a turtle-neck dress and rushed out to work.
Ethan watched her the entire time, a small smile playing on his lips.
As soon as she arrived at the Larson Group, Janet was called into the conference room.
âWe have reviewed all the designs you submit for the autumn and winter series,â Ike said. âWeâve come to the unanimous decision to use Lindâs designs.â He held up a portfolio as his gaze swept down the long table to where Janet was sitting.
âThank you for this great honor,â she gushed. âIâm new here, and I know that I still have much to learn.
Please guide me as I move forward. I will value any advice you give me.â Janet had never imagined she would land such a big project so soon. She had been working here for less than a month, after all.
Besides, as a newcomer, she didnât think it was a good thing to show off her abilities before establishing good rapport with her colleagues.
âThereâs no need for that. Your designs are excellent as they are. Oh, but if you have any questions, then feel free to ask your seniors.â Ike looked through her portfolio as he spoke, his pride and admiration evident in his eyes.
Janet only smiled in response. She knew that the other designers present in the meeting likely disagreed with Ike.
âI think those designs are pretty ordinary,â Pamela Daly muttered under her breath.
She had joined the Larson Group a few years prior to Janet, and had been fully expecting that her designs would be selected this time around. Naturally, she wasnât happy with this development.
âKeep your voice down,â one of Pamelaâs friends reprimanded her softly. âSheâs right in front of you.â
âBut I didnât say anything wrong, did I?â Pamela retorted.
Janet pretended not to hear their exchange and focused on sorting out the folders she had brought with her.
âOkay, everyone. Thatâs all for the meeting.â Ike stood and gathered a stack of documents before smiling kindly at Janet. âIâm going to need you in my office, Lind.â
Janet obediently followed him to the other room.
Ike tossed the documents on his desk, unbuttoned his suit jacket, and leaned back against his chair.
âThereâs a cozy vibe to your designs, you know,â he remarked. âYour style is unique and memorable, but not in an overpowering way. I see a lot of potential in you, but you do need further training. If you do well with your projects, I will give you more chances to cultivate your skills in the future.â
Ikeâs gaze had turned sharp as it fell on Janetâs face. There was nothing particularly special about her features, but she was undoubtedly gorgeous.
Janet fidgeted under his stare. She understood what he was implying, and immediately felt disgusted.
Even so, she mustered a light smile. âThank you, Mr. Lyman. I still have some drafts to finish, so if thereâs nothing else, Iâll be taking my leave now.â
Ike grinned and said nothing more. On top of her good looks, this woman also had a strong personality.
He did like it when they were feisty; it brought some spice to the game of pursuit. She would end up taking off her clothes in front of him, anyway. He could wait.
âGo ahead.â
Janet felt sick and outraged as she made her way back to her desk. She didnât notice Pamela, who had been following close behind her.
âItâs no wonder Ike favors you,â Pamela thought as she sneered at Janetâs back. âYouâre just another shameless vixen who seduces her way up the ladder.â
Just now, she had stopped by Ikeâs office on purpose and eavesdropped at the door. The man had made his intentions toward Janet perfectly clear.