The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

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.

hospital. It’s not like I would die

shook his head. All he could do for now was to assist her as they

a problem with her

turned to her abruptly and found her brows furrowed in the most adorable way.

added before he could say anything. She sounded pretty miffed. Garrett suppressed the urge

trying to goad you,” he said

heart. You’re a lovely little woman.” They carried on with some mindless chatter as they made their way to the nearest empty ward, as if to distract themselves from

a very stubborn brat when he had first tried to break up

eventually, but it seemed like she had turned her love for him into some sinister obsession that prompted her to do horrible things like attacking

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

narrowed her eyes at him. Clearly, she

the fault isn’t entirely yours? Maybe you trampled on her heart

several women at the same time. He was notorious for having

the fact that most people believed the stories to be a true. However, Garrett wasn’t a womanizer at all.

got into. He had never played with a

again. Perhaps the problem was that he was rarely single. The media had simply latched on to the

of seconds

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

you ask so many questions,

once? Look,

wondered-genuinely wondered—if this woman was made of steel. Something clicked in her mind at his words, and