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.

a hospital. It’s not like I would

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

problem with her eyesight?” Laney

found her brows furrowed in the

I?” Laney added before he could say anything. She sounded pretty miffed. Garrett suppressed the urge to

to goad you,” he

mindless chatter as they made their way to the nearest empty ward, as if to distract

a very stubborn brat when he had first tried

like she had turned her love for him into some

head and said nothing more. He wasn’t the type to gossip about his exes, regardless of whether he

her eyes at him. Clearly, she didn’t

entirely yours? Maybe you trampled on her heart

women at the same time. He

was painfully aware of his awful reputation, as well as the fact that most people believed the stories to be a true. However, Garrett wasn’t a womanizer at all. Or at least, he

got into. He had never played with a partner’s feelings. When he was in love, he would give his girlfriend his

the other party again. Perhaps the problem was that he was rarely single. The

of seconds as pulled himself out

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

so

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

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