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.

settled the bill, Laney pushed the stroller out of the store without so much as a backward glance. She hadn’t forgiven Garrett, let alone allowed herself to converse

shock. He shook off his stupor after a few seconds and made to follow

are you doing?” Garrett shoved lan aside impatiently.

Mrs. Harding doesn’t wish to

snorted, as if he’d just heard the most ridiculous joke. “I’m her husband. It’s none of your concern whether I seek

chest arrogantly. “You’re merely an assistant. This isn’t your

am an assistant, and

“So, are you implying that resolving issues

a moment before looking up with a calm smile. “Mr. Harding, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I serve

Garrett’s fury mounted. Seizing lan’s collar, his eyes burning with rage, he demanded, “Tell me! Did you

him indifferently and countered, “Do you have

I need evidence? You’re the only one with access to Laney and the time to acquire