Chapter 18. Better Prospects, Better Home

He was being unfair, he had already forced a kiss on her earlier. But she couldn’t withstand the weight of his gaze on her, bright and burning, so she gave him a peck on the cheek, the barest brush of lips across skin.

Ethan was unmoved.

“I’ve told you that a proper kiss between husband and wife is exchanged on the lips”.

Torn between crying and laughing, Jane could only lean in obediently and plant a kiss on his lips.

“Can we go to the hospital now?”

The corner of Ethan’s lips quirked, “I’m fine now, there’s no need for that”.

“Really?”

“Absolutely”

A laugh nearly bubbled to Jane’s lips. The dark cloud looming over his features had dissipated, so she swallowed the remnants of her irritation.

Back in the mansion, Jane went to make dinner and Bruce pushed Ethan’s wheelchair into the study. The instant the door closed, Ethan said coldly, “Aren’t you really something, Bruce Willis?”

Bruce lowered his head, fright