My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

After finishing the entire bottle of liquor, Laney was totally plastered. She couldn‘t support herself and had to lean over the bar counter, muttering drunken gibberish.

“I don‘t need a man. I have friends. That‘s more than enough. Isn‘t it good to be single and free? Why would I want a man?” Listening to her drunken ramblings, Janet didn‘t know how to respond. She carefully draped a coat over Laney‘s shoulders and patted her on the back. Then she caught a glimpse of the man sitting in a booth near them.

The dim light in the bar illuminated Garrett‘s face, exposing the complex emotions in his eyes. He was looking at Laney in pensive silence. After hesitating slightly, Janet nodded at Garrett in greeting. She had no idea he had followed Laney there. 1 Laney suddenly reached out and tugged Janet‘s sleeve.

“Hey, why‘d you stop? Let’s have another round. Didn‘t you say you‘d get hammered with me?”

“Okay, okay. Let‘s drink.” Janet turned around and continued to pour whiskey for Laney as if she hadn‘t seen Garrett. Perhaps Laney had sensed Janet’s hesitation. She craned her neck and turned to look in the direction Janet was facing just now.

“What were you looking at just now? Did you see a hot guy? I want to see him, too!”

wanting to stop her. But she was too late. Laney had already seen the man Janet

people in the bar were pretty bland–looking,

withdrew her gaze. She staggered to her feet,

Garrett suddenly reached for Laney‘s hand and said gently, “You‘re drunk. Let

But Laney pushed him away. Her legs were a little weak, so she staggered a

you still offer me

now. Don‘t worry. I’ll take her home.” Garrett didn‘t try to insist. Janet hailed a taxi

slumped over her bed, murmuring something incoherent. Janet was worried about Laney. After tucking her in, she texted Ethan, telling him that she would stay the night at

woke up with a splitting headache. Her grumpy expression, coupled with her pale, chapped