My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

lan surreptitiously eavesdropped on the conversation between Laney and

Garrett from behind the door. Hearing Laney express gratitude rather than love towards him, disappointment washed over him.

Yet, he considered, gratitude was better than indifference. Perhaps it could blossom into love someday?

A glimmer of hope ignited within him. Purposefully, Ian emerged to not only interrupt Laney and Garrett’s dialogue but also to sow misunderstanding.

As anticipated, Garrett’s eyes betrayed a flicker of pain when he caught sight of Ian.

With a sly smile, Ian drawled, “Mr. Harding, don’t misconstrue the situation. Anya is still young, needing nighttime feedings and diaper changes. Mrs. Harding can’t handle it all by herself, so I’m staying here to help. Rest assured, I mostly spend time with Anya.” “I didn’t say anything,” Garrett retorted, face flushing crimson. Despite his protest, he couldn’t suppress his discontent. Muttering, he said, “There’s no reason for you to be with my daughter all the time.”

taken care of your daughter? You’re clueless about her food or diapers. Ian has been a great caregiver. What’s your problem?” Chastised by Laney, Garrett found himself at a loss for words. Laney glared icily at her husband, sneering,

she pivoted to

wrist, attempting

grip, and disappeared into the room without

to follow her, but lan blocked the doorway. He then nonchalantly said, “Mr. Harding, it’s best that you not to enter someone else’s

and

now-shut entrance, Garrett’s

he couldn’t even step inside her home. Blocked by an

didn’t extinguish

have seriously explained her emotions towards lan or become incensed at his neglect of their child