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.

not like I would die from

he could do for now was to assist

with her eyesight?” Laney asked all of a

her brows furrowed in the

he could say anything. She sounded pretty miffed. Garrett suppressed

to goad you,” he

they made their way to the nearest empty ward, as if to distract themselves from

had first tried to break

had broken up eventually, but it seemed like she had turned her love for him into some sinister obsession that prompted her to

more. He wasn’t the type to gossip about his exes, regardless

Clearly, she didn’t believe a

you sure the fault isn’t entirely yours? Maybe you

women at

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

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

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

of seconds

know me, Miss Garcia,” he said with a wry smile. When he looked down at

do you ask so

worry about yourself for once? Look, your clothes are practically dyed

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

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