Sky-High Pampering Plan Of Her Destined Husband

Chapter 153

Clenching his teeth, Ethan shot Garrett a murderous glare. "You want me to pretend to be gay?"

Garrett burst into unhinged laughter that lasted a long time. When he finally was out of breath, he leaned back against the sofa and looked at his friend innocently. "What else can you do? You want to help your wife using Brandon's identity, but your wife refuses to accept Brandon's kindness. And, as her husband, you can't remain indifferent while knowing that Brandon's hitting on your wife." Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

When he finished his words, he looked at Ethan, who was sitting against the light. Garrett could only make out Ethan's outline in the dazzling afternoon light. His friend seemed unfathomable. Ethan put down the pen and leaned against his chair, gnashing his teeth angrily. After a long time, he finally said with great reluctance, "I guess it is my only choice."

Garrett's smile grew even wider, as though his trick had succeeded. He happily took a sip of the tea then set the cup on the table and smacked his lips. "Dude, I told you I'm so smart. Who else could've come up with such a good idea? Now, you won't have to go through all that trouble anymore."

Ethan curved his mouth into a sneer. "Of course only you could think of an idea so ridiculous, it might actually work, but it is also a double-edged sword."

Garrett sighed and said in a whining tone, "It took me a long time to solve this problem for you. How could you say that to me?"

Truth be told, Ethan thought Garrett's idea was feasible. Even if Janet was under the impression that Brandon was gay, it wouldn't change anything anyway. When he revealed his identity in the future, the misunderstanding would naturally disappear. But despite knowing this, he couldn't help but feel awkward.

It'd have been much better if someone else could tell Janet that Brandon was gay. But now he had to tell her himself that he liked men.

It was hard for any straight man to say it. How much more the domineering and powerful CEO of the Larson Group?

Garrett kept on smiling and winked at him. "I have another idea. You could tell Janet that Brandon has erectile dysfunction. So even if Brandon had a crush on her, there's nothing he could do about it."

Garrett was such a mischievous man with countless tricks up his sleeve.

Even though he was born into a business-inclined family and even though the three generations before him were all wealthy businessmen, he didn't take after them at all. Ever since he was a child, he thought differently—deviously, if Ethan were to put it lightly.

"I think you'll soon be the one with erectile dysfunction," Ethan said in a voice so low that it sent a shiver down Garrett's spine.

But Garrett waved his hand dismissively and laughed. "Okay, okay, no more joking around. I think the first solution was better anyway. We're at the end of our rope. This is our only choice."

Ethan didn't say anything, but his dark expression spoke volumes.

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It was early autumn in the Seacisco city. The originally green leaves started to turn yellow and orange. The days were getting shorter and shorter. By the time people got off duty, the sun had already sunk in the horizon.

Today, when Ethan came back home, Janet wasn't there.

He opened the refrigerator, took out a can of ice cold beer and gulped it down. Then he crushed the can and leaned against the refrigerator, his hooded eyes riddled with anxiety.

Ethan didn't have the slightest idea how to initiate the uncomfortable conversation with Janet.

Just as he was fretting, the door opened.

Janet walked in and stopped when she saw him. Her eyes curved in a smile like crescent moons. "You're home early today!" she said with pleasant surprise.

As she spoke, she walked to the fridge and put in all the fruits and vegetables she had just bought.

Noticing that there was something wrong with Ethan's expression, Janet turned to look at him questioningly. "What's with the long face? Is there anything wrong?"

Ethan took a deep breath to calm himself down. His jaw tightened and his eyes grew even more serious. "So, I reached out to Brandon. Although I didn't meet him face-to-face, I talked to him over the phone."

Janet's eyes went wide with disbelief. Then, she asked him curiously, "How'd you manage to get in touch with him?"

She was already satisfied with the fact that Ethan said he'd talk to Brandon, but she didn't expect that he'd actually be able to reach the President of the Larson Group. Even she, an employee of his, couldn't just waltz into his office and talk to him.

Ethan's slippers squeaked as he walked across the apartment to the sofa. Lowering his eyes, he said, "I have my ways."

"Okay then. So what did he say? Was he mean?" Janet asked tentatively. She followed Ethan to the sofa, but she didn't sit down. She could feel that Ethan was upset, so she couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

Ethan rubbed the back of his neck and pursed his lips into a straight line. After a long time, he said with great difficulty, "You don't have to worry about Brandon anymore. He doesn't like women."