My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Upon seeing Laney’s face contort as if she were scrutinizing a freak, Garrett hastily clarified, “I didn’t follow you. I just happened to see you and the baby when I came here. Unsure of how to approach you, I only dared to trail you in silence.”

Laney’s expression remained unreadable as she inquired, “Did you ask the cashier to comp our purchase?”

“I just wanted to take care of you,” Garrett admitted, a hint of worry in his voice. “I feared you wouldn’t accept my money…

After a few seconds of contemplative silence, Laney decided to disregard him. She addressed the cashier icily, “I’ll pay for it myself.”

“But…” The cashier, noting the pitiable look on Garrett’s face, attempted to vouch for him. “Your husband meant well. If you two are having a disagreement…”

“I’ll pay!” Laney’s voice cut through the air like a shard of ice.

“Okay!” The cashier hastily accepted her money.

without so much as a backward glance. She

stupor after a few seconds and made

you doing?” Garrett shoved lan aside impatiently. “Out

wish to

ridiculous joke. “I’m her husband. It’s none of your concern whether I seek out my

a finger into lan’s chest arrogantly. “You’re merely an assistant.

and it’s

you implying that resolving issues for your employer includes sending fake divorce

I serve Mrs. Harding and only act in the

he demanded, “Tell me! Did

countered, “Do you

“Do I need evidence? You’re the only one with access to Laney and the