Flash Marriage: My Penniless Billionaire Husband

Christopher nodded while stroking her hair. Then they sat down on the sofa. "Grandpa."

Janice awkwardly looked at grandpa.

Old Mr. Allson was very happy to see her and said, "That’s right. You should have confidence in yourself."

"Thank you, grandpa."

While she was saying, Christopher held her cold hand.

A warm sensation came from her hand. She looked at Christopher, feeling less nervous.

At this time, the show started.

The name appeared on the screenâ€Â"The Tide of Love.

Soon, her figure appeared on the screen.

Staring at the TV, she felt her heart pounding in the chest.

The end.

"I’m too old to watch such a scene," Old Mr. Allson wiped his eyes and said.

Looking at grandpa’s red eyes, she felt a little guilty and quickly handed him a wet towel.

"Grandpa, here you are."

Old Mr. Allson took it and wiped his tears.

"This is life. Janice, you should try your best to help true lovers rekindle their romance. Don’t let those lovers have any regrets."

"Yes."

Janice nodded.

Old Mr. Allson stood up and glanced at Christopher. "Come with me."

Christopher nodded and followed.

"Grandpa, what’s the matter?"

Christopher asked.

Old Mr. Allson glanced at the direction of the living room and said, "When will we know the ratings?"

Christopher said, "Soon."

"Then tell me the results as soon as you know it," Old Mr. Allson said.

Christopher felt that grandpa acted a little strange, but he didn’t ask much and just said, "Okay."

When Christopher returned to the living room, Janice was anxiously twisting her hands. He walked over to hold her in his arms.

"Don’t worry."

He comforted her.

Janice was still very nervous. At this time, the show had been finished. She was waiting for the ratings.

Suddenly the phone rang. It was from the director of the show.

Janice had told the director to inform her when the ratings came out.

Now he called her.

However, Janice did not dare to answer the phone.

Seeing her hesitation, Christopher frowned. "Who’s calling? Why didn’t you answer it?"

Janice looked at him with some embarrassment. "It’s the director. He must call me to tell the ratings. I’m scared."

Hearing this, Christopher chuckled, "Dear, that’s what you are waiting for."

"I..."

"Answer it." Christopher said.

Janice then picked up the phone.

After answering the phone, she was frozen.

Seeing her expression, Christopher frowned.

What did she hear?

The result was not satisfying?

After Janice put away the phone, he asked, "What’s wrong?"

Janice just stared at him without saying anything. Seeing her like this, Christopher was even more worried. "Don’t be sad. It doesn’t matter. You have tried your best." As he spoke, Janice grabbed his arm tightly.

...

"Christopher, the ratings exceeded one."

Her tone was calm, as if she had not returned to her senses.

Christopher had no idea what this meant.

His heart was in his mouth. "So..."

Janice then said.

"I succeeded."

After she finished speaking, she hugged Christopher excitedly.

For a new show, it was very rare to get such great achievement.

It was more than great.

It was fabulous.

When he felt her joy, he finally relaxed. "That’s good."

At this time, Old Mr. Allson was leaning against the door and listening to their conversation. However, the sound insulation of the door was so good that he could not hear anything at all.

Thus, he could open a small crack, only to see the two hugging each other. Old Mr. Allson was a little confused. Was they happy or not? "Why didn’t Christopher come to inform me?"

Old Mr. Allson could not wait any longer, so he simply walked out and deliberately coughed.

Hearing the sound, Janice quickly got out of Christopher’s arms and sat up straight. She blushed and said, "Grandpa."

Old Mr. Allson couldn’t figure out from her expression so that he turned to look at Christopher.

Then Christopher remembered his grandfather’s warning. He said, "Grandpa, the data of the show is calculated."

Old Mr. Allson quickly asked, "How is it?"

Christopher looked at Janice and said, "You’d better talk to grandfather yourself."

Upon hearing this, Janice smiled awkwardly. Then, she stepped forward and said, "Grandpa, it has good ratings. Very great."

Grandpa heaved a sigh of relief.

"That’s good. I told you that you are the best."

Old Mr. Allson added.

"Thank you, grandpa."

Then Old Mr. Allson said to Christopher, "Come with me."

Christopher had no idea. He then said to Janice, "I’ll be back soon."

"Go ahead."

Seeing the two left, Janice could not help but jump in excitement.

She wanted to tell Yvonne the good news.

"Grandpa, what’s the matter?"

Christopher followed his grandpa into the kitchen and saw him holding a bowl of black stuff.

He frowned. "What’s this?"

Old Mr. Allson smiled mysteriously and said, "This is a good thing. It can nourish your body. Drink it while it’s warm."

Christopher took the bowl.

"To nourish the body?" He grumbled.

He wasn’t quite believing in it.

However, he knew his grandpa wouldn’t harm him.

He said, "Grandpa, what about Janice? She had been worked so hard recently. Let her drink it."

Then he was about to turn around.

Old Mr. Allson rushed up to stop him.

"You can’t give it to Janice. It’s specially made for you. I’ll ask someone to buy for Janice tomorrow."

Old Mr. Allson said with a guilty conscience.

Christopher doubted as he stared at his grandfather’s expression. What was the difference?

"What are you waiting for? Drink it now."

Old Mr. Allson urged.

...

Under the gaze of grandpa, Christopher could only drink it directly.

Old Mr. Allson stared at his grandson until he finished the bowl. Only then did he feel relieved.

"Go back to your room and sleep early."

After that, the old man left away directly.

Christopher held the empty bowl in his hand and looked at his grandpa’s back in confusion.

"Why is grandpa acting so weird today?"

He shook his head in resignation and turned around to put the empty bowl back.

When he returned to the living room, he found that Janice was no longer there.

Then he went upstairs.

In the bedroom upstairs.

Janice was about to share her joy with Yvonne.

However, Yvonne sent her a message in WhatsApp first.

"Janice, your show is so great. It moves me to tears. You have to compensate me with tissue paper..."

Janice looked at Yvonne’s message and could not help covering her mouth.

"Janice, tell me what happened to the couple at last. Have they been reunited?"

Yvonne sent another message over.

"This is their privacy. We cannot reveal it," Janice replied.

Yvonne replied, "Got it. Good professional ethics."

And she also added an emoji of the face with rolling eyes.

"However, I can tell you that the reunion is all fake, and the real situation may be bloody."

Janice sent this message over.

Yvonne sighed and said, "Well, the reality is indeed cruel. By the way, I haven’t congratulated you yet. Don’t forget to treat us to dinner."

Janice laughed and replied with an "OK".

But when she thought of the results of the show, she still felt a little unreal.

Christopher opened the door and walked in. Then he saw her staring blankly at her phone. "What are you thinking about?" asked Christopher.

Seeing him, Janice stretched out her arm in front of him and said, "Christopher, pinch me."

He frowned and asked, "Why would I pinch you?"

"You pinch me. If it hurts, it proves that it’s true."

Janice answered.

Looking at her serious face, Christopher couldn’t help but chuckle. "Why are you so unconfident in yourself? Let me tell you, it’s true."

As he spoke, he grabbed her arm and was about to put it down. However, when his palm touched her skin, he could not help but shiver.

It was as if he had gotten an electric shock.

He was stunned and just held her arm, forgetting to put it down.

"What’s wrong?"

Janice curiously asked when she saw him grab her arm motionlessly.

Only then did Christopher come to his senses. "Nothing."

He let go of her arm, but he felt an irresistible impulse to use another hand to rub his palm. "That’s strange, what’s going on?" He wondered.

"By the way, why did grandpa look for you just now?"

Janice asked.

Before Christopher could say "Nothing", his eyes were attracted by her snow-white neck.

Somehow, he was unable to shift his gaze away as if his eyes were fixed there. Moreover, a strand of heat was even strangely gushing out from his chest, causing him to have the impulse to pounce over.

"That’s strange, what’s going on?"

Christopher felt his mouth go dry, and he swallowed hard.

It seemed that he needed to take a cold shower to sober himself.

He forced himself to look away and said, "I’m going to take a shower."

After that, he turned around and hurried to the bathroom.

Janice frowned as she watched him depart and thought, "Why did he look so strange?"