My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

With a professional bodyguard’s keen intuition, Laney sensed someone following her as soon as she entered the shop. Yet, every time she glanced back, nobody seemed suspicious.

lan, noticing her distraction, asked with concern, “Mrs. Harding, what’s wrong? Why do you keep looking back? Is there something behind you?”

Laney checked once more, but still saw no one. She shook her head. “Nothing. Maybe I’m just overly cautious since I recently gave birth.”

Ian smiled. “In that case, ninjanovel.com I’ll make you some nourishing dishes when we get home. Let’s pay the bill first.”

Laney nodded, and they proceeded to the checkout.

Hidden behind a snack cabinet near the cashier’s desk, Garrett and Evan squatted, able to interact with Anya without Laney and lan noticing. Garrett squatted down and playfully poked ninjanovel.com Anya’s little face with his finger, and she giggled, grabbing his finger. Her adorable reaction warmed his heart, and he instinctively reached out to hold her.

Evan pulled him back, whispering urgently, “Mr. Harding, Mrs. Harding will spot you! What if she thinks you’re a creep?”

the child’s father. Can’t I even

Garrett resisted the urge.

today. As part of a promotion, you can get

Laney pointed at herself, disbelieving. “You

won anything before, and this time, her

furrowed his brow and squinted at the cashier. “How do you know we’re the

couldn’t withstand scrutiny. Flustered, she stammered, “I, um…

a cashier, would the

they concerned you’d bring in someone to pose as the 100th

cashier struggled to answer lan’s inquiries. They were at an impasse for several minutes, with the cashier unable to

also realized something was off. Her