My Husband Is A Secret Billionaire By Wiuu

Chapter 43

Chapter 43 However, Tristan couldn’t help him this time. “Could it be that… something went wrong with the prescription you gave him last time?” Hector patted his head. “Didn’t his wife enjoy a wonderful night with him?” Tristan smiled bitterly. “Maybe it’s because she’s too strong that Dominic couldn’t satisfy her!” Hector almost spat on his face. Dan opened the balcony door and entered the room. He looked up and met with a slightly surprised look from Jane. “What’s wrong?” he asked calmly. “Did you make a call just now?” “Yes, I called a friend… I met in prison,” Dan said faintly. “After he comes out, he wants to borrow some money from me. I told him not to contact me again.” “Oh.” Jane nodded. “No wonder you shouted so loudly just now that the building almost collapsed! But you did the right thing. Don’t contact those people you knew in the past. After all, you are married, and we still have to live our lives together in the future.” Dan was touched by her words.

But when she said these words, her eyes were still fixed on the computer. Thinking that it was a photo of Hector White on the computer, he was very unhappy. Jane looked at it for a long time, rubbing her eyes. Her stomach started to hurt again. She was looking around for painkillers. At this time. Dan strode over and closed her laptop. Jane was stunned and looked at him with wide eyes. “What are you doing? I have to read the information!” His face darkened. “What’s there to read?” “This… this is a client. I have to familiarize myself with his habits and hobbies first, and then… Before she could finish her words, she saw Dan pick up his pillow and quilt, carry them into the bedroom, and lay them neatly on the other side of the bed.

Jane felt her heart s kip a beat, and her face started burning. She asked softly, “What are you doing? With a cold face, Dan said, “Sleep.” Jane stood timidly at the door of the bedroom with a red face and tugged at her clothes uneasily. “Not… not today. Her voice was so low that it was almost inaudible. Dan frowned. “What do you mean?” Jane was so embarrassed that she stamped his feet. “No sex!” He looked at her blushed face and realized that she had misunderstood him. Dan stretched out his big hand, dragged her over, and put her in front of him. They fell on the bed and he hugged her from behind. Jane froze and felt his hand going down to her lower abdomen… Just as she was about to stop him, his hand stopped there and gently rubbed her lower abdomen. His palm was very warm, and he wrapped her whole body from behind. The heat coming from his palm relieved the pain in her stomach. 12:23 Jane felt much more comfortable. At this time, she heard his deep and charming voice. “I know you can’t do it. I won’t do anything else!” Jane smiled sweetly, and she felt happy and moved deep inside. “Do you feel better?” “Yes.” “Don’t take painkillers even if it hurts bad,” he said in a low voice. “I’ll warm you up with my hands. It’s better than taking painkillers.” Jane nodded and rubbed against his chest. Her fluffy hair brushed against his Adam’s apple. His throat tightened and his lips were a little dry. The fragrance of her body wafted into his nose. Dan bit his lower lip hard. Only this kind of pain could keep him sober and rational for the time being. Jane did not know what he was suffering at the moment. She only felt warm all over. Her stomach did not hurt, and she felt much more relaxed. She smiled. When she married Dan Murphy, she had noNôvelDrama.Org owns this.

choice but to gamble on the happiness of the rest of her life. She didn’t expect that God would give her such a good husband. But if she didn’t take the position of Fiona, then this happiness would belong to Fiona, and the person lying in the arms of Dan would probably be Fiona…. Thinking of this, she suddenly felt sad. “Dan,” she whispered, “can I ask you something?” Dan paused, What’s the matter? “If…” She turned around and looked at him. “If one day you find out that I lied to you, or that I did. something that you can’t accept, will you forgive me?” 13)