My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Laney shivered ever so slightly under Frank’s scolding. It wasn’t like he was roaring at her in fury; if anything, he sounded frustrating. But the look of reproach and disappointment in his eyes were somehow more ominous than outright anger.

There was a quality to his gaze that made people feel vulnerable, as though he had the power to read their thoughts. Like a petulant child who had been caught red-handed, Laney ducked her head.

“It was getting dangerous,” she insisted.

“Garrett was about to get seriously hurt. I couldn’t just stand by and do nothing. I may be small and injured, but I’m certainly a better fighter compared to a young master who’s been sheltered all his life.”

She didn’t hold back on her words at all.

Garrett winced and ran a hand over his face, confused yet again on whether he should laugh or cry. He was learning quickly that he was no match for this tiny woman, especially when it came to clever banter.

At least in this regard, he was willing to concede to Laney. Besides, she was indeed, like she said, a better fighter.

He glanced down at Laney, noting how pale she was. Garrett reached out and patted the other man’s shoulder.

“What happened, happened, Frank. It’s all in the past now. Just deal with her wound instead of berating her about the incident.”

began to stitch Laney’s wound. Contrary to her claims, it was actually quite serious. If she had foregone treatment

I’ve never seen a woman with so

then, you’re welcome!” Laney

patients. Please stop talking nonsense and do what you have to do.” She sat back against the pillows with a sullen expression, clearly annoyed by Frank’s remarks. Garrett, who sported an equally

talking far too much for an injured patient.” Then he turned to Frank and said, “Use the best surgical thread there is

swatted Garrett’s

too expensive. I’m fine with the ordinary

Garrett countered in a voice that brooked no argument.

Laney said, rolling her eyes at him. Garrett didn’t take the bait. Instead, he drew closer and stared at her open wound.

course it’s necessary; you’re a woman. Not having a scar will always be the better choice.” Laney

after Frank snipped the thread from the last

honestly think of yourself as a superhero or something?” He pushed her back on the bed and pulled the covers

for a bit. Just because you’re all sewn up doesn’t mean that your

to the police station.” Laney tried to get