The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 200

However, Garrett wasn’t a womanizer at all. Or at least he didn’t think so. Contrary to popular claims, he was always serious about every relationship he got into. He had never played with a partner’s feelings.

When he was in love, he would give his girlfriend his all. And once he broke up with someone, he would draw a clear line and never contact the other party again.

Perhaps the problem was that he was rarely single. The media had simply latched on to the number of relationships under his belt and built up his image as a playboy and a heartbreaker.

Garrett was silent for a couple of seconds as pulled himself out of his musings.

“I can only say that you don’t know me, Miss Garcia,” he said with a wry smile.

When he looked down at her wound again, he realized that Laney was bleeding profusely.

“Why do you ask so many questions, anyway?” he grumbled.

“Can’t you just worry about yourself for once? Look, your clothes are practically dyed with blood.”

It wasn’t the first time he had wondered-genuinely wondered-if this woman was made of steel.

Something clicked in her mind at his words, and Laney realized that the pain on her shoulder had indeed worsened.

‘It’s not a serious injury,” she said lightly, even as she tightened the makeshift bandages around her arm.

in a hospital. It’s not like I would

sighed helplessly and shook his head. All he could do for

with her eyesight?” Laney asked all of

the most adorable way. Now, why

She sounded pretty miffed. Garrett suppressed the urge to chuckle and settled

was just trying to

as they made their way

he had first

him into some sinister obsession that prompted her to do horrible things like attacking him with a

He wasn’t the type to gossip about his exes, regardless of whether he was in good terms with

she didn’t

yours? Maybe you trampled on

supposedly dated several women at the

caught between crying and laughing. He was painfully aware of his awful reputation, as well as the fact that most

got into. He had never played

would draw a clear line and never contact the other party again. Perhaps the problem was that he was

silent for a couple of seconds

that you don’t know me, Miss Garcia,” he said with a wry smile. When he looked down at her wound

do you ask so many questions,

yourself for once? Look, your clothes are practically dyed

of steel. Something clicked in her mind at his words, and Laney realized

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