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.”

father, how often have you 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

that, she pivoted to

panic, grasped her wrist, attempting

off his grip, and disappeared into

yearned to follow her, but lan blocked the doorway. He then nonchalantly said, “Mr. Harding, it’s best that you

and closed

the now-shut entrance,

Laney’s husband, yet he couldn’t even step inside her home. Blocked by an assistant, he wasn’t even afforded

didn’t

for him. She wouldn’t have seriously explained her emotions towards lan