Flash Marriage: My Penniless Billionaire Husband

"Janice, are you done yet?"

It was Christopher’s voice.

Janice took a look at the dress that was stuck and said hurriedly, "Wait a minute."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand with great difficulty, but she couldn’t reach the zipper at all. Christopher looked at the time and said, "The place is about to close."

Upon hearing Christopher’s words, Janice felt even more anxious, and she pulled harder.

There was a tearing sound.

The dress was torn.

What kind of dress was this? How could it be of such poor quality?

Janice was on the verge of breaking down.

She glanced in the direction of the door, and could only wrap the bath towel around her. She slowly opened a small gap in the door, and said to Christopher, "Well... my dress is broken."

She looked embarrassed.

"Broken?" Christopher was stunned for a moment, but he subconsciously glanced at Janice, who was embarrassed. "Wait for me."

After that, he hurriedly turned around and left.

Janice had wanted to ask him what he was going to do, but it was too late. She could only watch him go away. She closed the door of the locker room and waited for him to come back.

Before long, someone knocked on the door of the locker room.

"Janice, it’s me."

Christopher’s voice came from outside the door. He sounded a little out of breath.

Janice then walked over and opened the door.

Christopher stood at the door, with some sweat on his forehead and a clothing bag in his hand.

"I just went out to buy a dress, and I don’t know if it fits you. You can wear it first." Janice nodded and reached out to take it, only to find that he did not let go.

She looked over in confusion. Christopher’s dark gaze landed on her white shoulders and his Adam’s apple bobbed. "Do you need my help?"

Janice was stunned for a moment. When she came to her senses, her face turned red all of a sudden. She glared at him and said, "No need."

She reached out to close the door, but was stopped by his palm.

"You really don’t want my help?"

He stared at her meaningfully.

Janice’s cheeks were burning. "We are in public."

Christopher didn’t say anything and just stared at her.

Janice felt uncomfortable being stared at by him.

She pursed her lips and said, "Then... come in."

She blushed and turned to walk inside. When she heard the footsteps behind her, her heart raced, and she couldn’t help but look back.

Christopher was leaning against the door and looking at her calmly.

"You’re still looking."

Janice glared at him.

Only then did Christopher chuckle and slowly turn around.

Janice watched him turn around and then carefully took off the bath towel. However, she could not help but secretly look back at him. Seeing that he really did not look back, she took out the dress from the bag.

But she didn’t have time to put it on.

A wave of heat came from behind her.

She was held in Christopher’s arms, and the hot breath sprayed on her body, almost burning her skin.

Janice’s body was a little stiff, and her mouth was suddenly dry.

"You... let go of me first."

She felt a little uncomfortable. After all, this was the locker room, a public place. It would be bad if someone saw them.

Christopher held her in his arms and didn’t move. When he was in the hot spring, he had thoughts already, but he held it back.

When he saw her wet hair and sexy body wrapped in a bath towel, he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

Janice was a little nervous when he held her like this. She knew that as his wife, it was not too much for him to do this. This was already considerable restraint on his part.

But...

After all, they were in public.

...

She admitted that she was not that open to that extent.

"How about... wait for me to put on my clothes, and then we can go home..." Janice bit her lip and said.

"Janice, I’m not in a hurry. I’ll wait for you to get ready." He suddenly opened his mouth, and his breath made her ears hot.

Janice’s heart sank for no reason.

"What if I continue to be like this?" She lowered her head and felt very unsure.

"Then I..." His lips rubbed against her neck.

Before he could finish his words, he had aroused Janice’s nervousness. "So what?"

Janice asked eagerly. Especially during this period of time, she had read so many emotional programs.

She became more and more uncertain about her marriage. The stories described in those stories were all about long-distance love, but in the end, it ended with the man’s cheating.

Where would she and Christopher end up?

"Isn’t it said that men only think with their lower half?" She also wanted to know what was in Christopher’s mind.

Just when Janice was extremely nervous, Christopher said, "I’ll just keep waiting."

Then he kissed her on the cheek.

The kiss seemed to fall on her heart.

"Hubby, you’re so nice."

Janice turned around and kissed him affectionately.

His desire was about to be aroused by Janice, so Christopher let go of her. "Well, if it goes on like this, we won’t be able to leave." A trace of unnaturalness flashed across his eyes.

Janice put on the dress he bought, only to find that it fit too well.

Although this wasn’t the first time Christopher had bought clothes for her, this was just too accurate.

She could not help but ask, "How did you know my size? It’s just right."

Christopher glanced at her meaningfully. "Silly girl, I hold you every day. How can I not know your size?"

Janice thought about it and agreed. However, she suddenly thought of something. She curled her lips and said, "From what you said, it seems that you are quite experienced. You are not a playboy, are you? Tell me, how many people have you measured this way?"

She turned around to face him like a jealous little girl.

Christopher raised his eyebrows and deliberately drawled his voice. "Let me think about it."

He pretended to be trying hard to recall.

Janice was angry and pouted. "You still have to think about it. It seems that there were a lot of them."

She snorted and turned around, looking like she was hurt.

Christopher chuckled, reached out to pull her into his arms, and coaxed her.

"I’m lying. You’re the only one."

His low voice fell into her ears.

Janice’s lips curled up sweetly.

"Really? Don’t lie to me!"

She clenched her little fist and gave him a warning.

"It’s true."

Christopher grabbed her fist and kissed her lips. His gaze was so deep that it could suck someone in.

Only then did Janice raise her lips in satisfaction. "I shall trust you this once."

She tidied herself up and then she said, "In a while, I’ll go out to see if there’s anyone outside. Then you can go out."

She said cautiously.

However, Christopher frowned and stared at her without saying a word.

As she sneakily opened the door and poked out half of her body, he shook his head hopelessly at her and walked out of the door.

"Let’s go. There is no one else here except the two of us."

As soon as he finished speaking, he swaggered out of the door.

Janice, however, was taken aback. She quickly followed him and realized that as he had said, there was no one in the entire hall.

...

Only then did she understand why he had been so bold before.

Back home, Janice went to bed after washing up.

As she lay in bed, the more she felt that something was wrong.

If Christopher said that she was the only one, was she really the only one?

Why didn’t she believe him? He was so handsome, and his family was so rich.

How could he have never had a woman at his age?

However, when she thought that he was not her first love, she did not continue to think about it.

After all, that was all in the past.

The next morning was the first day of recording of the show.

Janice came to the TV station early.

When she was separated from Christopher at the door, Christopher cheered her up. "Don’t be nervous. You have to believe in yourself."

Janice nodded at him and turned to walk into the TV station.

When she arrived at the backstage dressing room, the make-up artist was already waiting there.

Janice greeted the make-up artist and sat down. While doing her makeup, she took out the script and flipped through it.

The first story was about an affair.

While she was familiar with the script, she could not help but suspect whether she was qualified or not.

After all, she had just gotten married and did not have much relationship experience.

She was not sure if she could do such a program.

Fortunately, there was a professional psychologist in the program, so she could assign the parts she didn’t understand to the psychologist.

Janice couldn’t help but also wonder if the psychologist could solve her problem.

If possible, she could take the opportunity to ask about it.

However, this idea was rejected in a flash in her mind.

After all, it was such a secret. How could she have the nerve to ask about it? Besides, it would be embarrassing if it got out.

So Janice gave up on the idea.

As soon as she came out of the dressing room, she met Benjamin, who had just come in.

"Janice, the show is about to start. Are you nervous?"

Janice was a little annoyed. She was most afraid that others would ask her about her condition before she started the recording.

She replied, "Not bad."

The truth was, her palms were sweating.

There was a hint of relief in Benjamin’s eyes. "That’s good. Believe in yourself." Janice nodded and did not say anything else.

At this time, the program director was calling for the staff to take their seats. Janice said goodbye to Benjamin and walked toward the preparation area.

She was about to memorize some lines when Lucy came in.

"Janice, I heard that you were filming today, so I came here to support you."

Lucy sent her a flying kiss.

Janice replied, "Thank you."

Lucy sat down beside her and said mysteriously.

"Hey, I just saw Director Taylor come this way. Why did he disappear the moment I came?"

Janice replied nonchalantly, "Maybe he went to the front of the stage." Lucy pouted and looked disappointed.

"Then I’ll go in front to cheer for you. Remember, don’t be nervous." Lucy waved at her and walked toward the audience seats.

Janice glanced at the time. There were still a few minutes left before the recording.

She was a little nervous, and her hands were sweating profusely.

But no matter what, she had to overcome it.

Thinking of this, she put down the notebook and gave herself encouragement. Then she walked to the stage.

Behind the camera, Benjamin and Denise were already waiting there. "So? Has Director Taylor found a better sponsor?" Denise leaned in closer and asked.