My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

lan’s complexion drained of color as Laney interrogated him. Desperate to explain himself, but noting the disappointment in her eyes, he realized further words were futile. “It was me,” he admitted.

Laney’s voice was sharp and distinct as she asked, “Why? Why did you do that?”

In a hushed tone, Ian replied, “Mrs. Harding, I merely want to remove obstacles for you. Since leaving Garrett, your life has flourished. No longer bound by the Harding family, you’ve built a career you love and embraced a life of freedom and joy. Isn’t that a blessing?” His eyes locked onto hers, his expression solemn. His voice was soothing, yet seemed to mask a torrent of emotion. “Had I not intervened, Garrett would have pursued you relentlessly, causing you trouble and casting you back into the depths of despair.” Laney averted her gaze, her voice trembling. “Don’t do this again. You’re crossing the line between assistant and employer.”

“Oh, my lady!” Ian sighed, resigned. “Why don’t you understand?” Her heart pounded in time with his words.

“Understand what?” His tender, steady voice whispered into her ear.

“Laney, I’ve stood by your side all this time, doing everything in my power for you, because I love you.”

Laney’s entire being froze.

As lan reached for her hand, she snapped back to reality, stepping away from him.

her retreat, she knocked over the medicine box, its contents scattering

tincture of iodine spilled, releasing a faint alcoholic aroma. Disappointment clouded lan’s features at her reaction. “Laney…” Laney halted

silent for a moment. Then, discarding his crestfallen demeanor, he offered a gentle smile. “I understand,

tirelessly until ninjanovel.com the day you’re ready to accept

of how to navigate the situation. He hastily gathered the fallen

her frantic departure, his eyes brimming with unspoken

clear to him that Laney still harbored feelings for Garrett. Her excitement upon seeing him, followed by her fury at his

indifference bred

a calm, composed demeanor,

unfolded in a

lan. She forced down a few bites of food, but the stifling atmosphere soon became unbearable. Setting her chopsticks aside, she decided to clean up the trash

to intervene. “Let me handle it, Mrs. Harding.” “It’s okay, I can manage,”

let me,” lan

their conversation continued, both reached for the garbage bag