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.

in a hospital. It’s not like

he could do for now was to assist her as

problem with her eyesight?” Laney asked all

her brows furrowed in the most adorable way. Now, why would she ask

he could say anything. She sounded pretty miffed. Garrett suppressed the urge to chuckle and settled

just trying to goad

some mindless chatter as they made their

enough, his ex-girlfriend was a very stubborn brat when he had first tried to

she had turned her love for him into some sinister obsession that prompted

nothing more. He wasn’t the type to gossip about his exes, regardless

him. Clearly, she didn’t believe a word

yours? Maybe you trampled on her heart

believed, Garrett had supposedly dated several women at the same time. He was

looked at Laney now, caught between crying and laughing. He was painfully aware of his awful reputation, as well as the fact that most people believed the stories to be a true. However,

popular claims, he was always serious about every relationship he got into. He had never played with a partner’s feelings.

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

was silent for a couple of seconds

with a wry smile. When he looked down at her wound again, he realized that

do you ask so many questions,

once?

the first time he had wondered-genuinely wondered—if this woman was made of steel. Something clicked in her mind at