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.

the store without so much as a backward glance. She hadn’t forgiven

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

are you doing?” Garrett shoved lan aside impatiently.

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

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

chest arrogantly. “You’re merely an assistant.

and it’s

that resolving issues for your employer includes sending fake divorce papers and forged wedding

talking about. I serve Mrs. Harding and only act in the best

Seizing lan’s collar, his eyes burning with rage, he demanded, “Tell

countered,

evidence? You’re the only one with access to Laney and the time to acquire her ring to fabricate