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.

store without so much as a backward glance. She hadn’t forgiven Garrett, let alone allowed herself to converse with him

shock. He shook off his stupor after a few

doing?” Garrett shoved lan aside impatiently. “Out of my

evenly. “Mr. Harding, since Mrs. Harding doesn’t wish to see you, it would be best not to disturb her.”

ridiculous joke. “I’m her husband. It’s none of your

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

assistant, and it’s my responsibility to resolve issues

“So, are you implying that resolving issues for your employer includes

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.” |

with rage, he demanded, “Tell me!

him indifferently and countered, “Do you have

in anger, “Do I need evidence? You’re the only one with access to Laney and the time to acquire her ring to fabricate it. Can you