Chapter 3I Time-Traveled to Save the Billionaire In My Bed

Bryan frowned. “None of your damn business.”

“Of course it’s my business.” I circled him, eyeing him up and down. “If you’re broke later, I’m not staying with you.”

Bryan scoffed, turning to walk into the bathroom. “Psycho.”

Quick as a flash, I snatched his towel.

It dropped to the floor.

The air solidified for three seconds. Bryan’s face flushed crimson, right to his ears.

“You!”

I looked down, nodding in satisfaction. “Yep, the size matches. It’s definitely my husband.”

[?????????]

[What is this woman doing???]

[I’m dying of laughter, the villain just got flashed hahahaha]

Bryan fumbled, quickly snatching up the towel and wrapping it around himself, his eyes wanting to devour me whole. “What exactly do you want?!”

I crossed my legs, sitting on his creaky, rickety bed. “I told you, I’m your wife.”

“You don’t believe me? Then let me ask, do you have a mole on your left butt cheek?”

Bryan’s expression changed.

I continued, “You prefer to put it on your right, right? You love to kiss me in front of the mirror, while making me call you ‘Honey’, and as soon as I do, you…”

“Enough!” Bryan cut me off, his voice cracking. He stared at me for a long time, then gritted his teeth and asked, “Are you… are you really my future wife?”

I nodded elegantly. “Uh-huh.”

“Then tell me, will I be rich later?”

I smiled. Was that even a question? “Extremely rich.”

“How rich?”

I thought about it. “Last month you just transferred fifty million to me, just because I complimented a new bag.”

Bryan’s eyes lit up. But he quickly composed himself, scoffing. “So you’re only here because you’re after my money?”

I paused. That was a good question. I didn’t answer, instead asking him, “How much do you earn a month?”

Bryan fell silent for a moment. “Three thousand.”

I almost burst out laughing. Three thousand? I usually spend more than three thousand on a single lipstick.

I stood up, walked over to him, and poked his chest. “Little brother, you’re making three thousand now, and I’m still here. What do you think I’m after?”