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

rooted in shock. He shook off his stupor after a few seconds and made to follow her, only to be

lan aside

spoke evenly. “Mr. Harding, since Mrs. Harding doesn’t wish to see

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. Don’t

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

I am an assistant, and

you implying that resolving issues for your employer includes sending fake divorce papers and

about. I serve Mrs. Harding and only act in the best interest of her and

eyes burning with rage, he demanded, “Tell me! Did you

and countered, “Do you have any evidence?”

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