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.

out of the store without so much as a backward glance. She hadn’t forgiven Garrett, let alone allowed

stupor after a few seconds and

lan aside impatiently.

Mrs. Harding doesn’t wish to see you, it would be

the most ridiculous joke. “I’m her husband. It’s none of your concern whether I seek out my wife and child. Don’t

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

assistant, and it’s my responsibility to

are you implying that resolving issues for your employer includes sending

about. I serve Mrs. Harding and only act in the best interest of her and her daughter. You, however, are not my

his eyes burning with rage, he demanded, “Tell

indifferently and countered, “Do

and the time to acquire her ring to fabricate it. Can you honestly say