My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Garrett wasn’t expecting Laney to brush off his question, much less mention the one embarrassing thing he didn’t want to talk about. He held on to her arm and hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“Well… She is an ex-girlfriend of mine. She was spoiled all her life, so she’s quite used to doing things without thinking about the possible consequences. I must admit that I am partly at fault here. I should have been more firm when I broke up with her; she wouldn’t have fostered any false hopes that we might get back together again.”

True enough, his ex-girlfriend was a very stubborn brat. When he had first tried to break up with her, she was adamant with her refusal. They had broken up eventually, but it seemed like she had turned her love for him into some sinister obsession that prompted her to do horrible things like attacking him with a weapon.

Garrett hung his head and said nothing more. He wasn’t the type to gossip about his exes, regardless of whether he was in good terms with them or not.

Laney narrowed her eyes at him. Clearly, she didn’t believe a word he had just said, “Are you sure the fault isn’t entirely yours? Maybe you trampled on her heart too much.”

If the tabloids were to be believed, Garrett had supposedly dated several women at the same time. He was notorious for having a messy love life. He looked at Laney now, caught between crying and laughing. He was painfully aware of his awful reputation, as well as the fact that most people believed the stories to be a true.

However, Garrett wasn’t a womanizer at all. Or at least he didn’t think so. Contrary to popular claims, he was always serious about every relationship he got into. He had never played with a partner’s feelings.

When he was in love, he would give his girlfriend his all. And once he broke up with someone, he would draw a clear line and never contact the other party again.

Perhaps the problem was that he was rarely single. The media had simply latched on to the number of relationships under his belt and built up his image as a playboy and a heartbreaker.

Garrett was silent for a couple of seconds as pulled himself out of his musings.

“I can only say that you don’t know me, Miss Garcia,” he said with a wry smile.

When he looked down at her wound again, he realized that Laney was bleeding profusely.

“Why do you ask so many questions, anyway?” he grumbled.

just worry about yourself for once? Look, your clothes are practically dyed

the first time he had wondered-genuinely wondered-if

Laney realized that the pain on her shoulder had indeed

even as she tightened the

It’s not like I would

for now

with her eyesight?”

her abruptly and found her brows furrowed in the

She sounded pretty miffed. Garrett suppressed the urge to chuckle

to goad you,” he said

as they made their way to the nearest empty ward, as if to distract themselves from the severity of

ex-girlfriend was a very stubborn brat when he had first

for him into some sinister obsession that prompted her to do

his head and said nothing more. He wasn’t the type to gossip about his exes, regardless of

narrowed her eyes at him. Clearly, she didn’t believe a

sure the fault isn’t entirely yours? Maybe you trampled

the tabloids were to be believed, Garrett had supposedly dated several women at

true. However, Garrett wasn’t a womanizer at all. Or at least, he didn’t think so. Contrary to popular

a clear line and never contact the other party again. Perhaps the problem was that he was rarely single. The media had simply latched on to the number of relationships under his belt and built up his image as a

silent for a couple of seconds

Garcia,” he said with a wry smile. When he looked down at her wound

ask so many questions,

just worry about yourself for once? Look, your clothes are practically