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.

so much as a backward glance.

his stupor after a few

you doing?” Garrett shoved lan aside

Harding doesn’t wish to see you, it would be best not

just heard the most ridiculous joke. “I’m her husband. It’s none of your concern whether I seek out

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

replied, “Indeed, I am an assistant, and it’s my responsibility

eyes, Garrett questioned, “So, are you implying that resolving issues for your employer includes sending fake divorce papers and forged wedding rings?”

for a moment before looking up with a 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

this, Garrett’s fury mounted. Seizing lan’s collar, his eyes burning with rage, he

and countered, “Do you have any evidence?”

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