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.

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

rooted in shock. He shook off his stupor

you doing?” Garrett shoved lan aside

Mrs. Harding doesn’t wish to see you,

if he’d just heard the most ridiculous joke. “I’m her husband. It’s none of your concern whether I seek out my wife and child.

arrogantly. “You’re merely an assistant. This

I am an assistant, and

that resolving issues for your employer includes sending fake

calm smile. “Mr. Harding, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I serve Mrs. Harding and only act in the best interest of her and her daughter. You, however, are not my concern.” |

eyes burning with rage, he demanded, “Tell me! Did you send the divorce agreement and the

regarded him indifferently and countered,

the only one with access to Laney and the time to acquire her ring