The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

What were you thinking, going against an armed person with your bare fists?”

Laney shivered ever so slightly under Frank’s scolding. It wasn’t like he was roaring at her in fury; if anything, he sounded frustrating. But the look of reproach and disappointment in his eyes were somehow more ominous than outright anger.

There was a quality to his gaze that made people feel vulnerable, as though he had the power to read their thoughts. Like a petulant child who had been caught red-handed, Laney ducked her head.

“It was getting dangerous,” she insisted.

“Garrett was about to get seriously hurt. I couldn’t just stand by and do nothing. I may be small and injured, but I’m certainly a better fighter compared to a young master who’s been sheltered all his life.”

She didn’t hold back on her words at all.

Garrett winced and ran a hand over his face, confused yet again on whether he should laugh or cry. He was learning quickly that he was no match for this tiny woman, especially when it came to clever banter.

At least in this regard, he was willing to concede to Laney. Besides, she was indeed, like she said, a better fighter.

He glanced down at Laney, noting how pale she was. Garrett reached out and patted the other man’s shoulder.

“What happened, happened, Frank. It’s all in the past now. Just deal with her wound instead of berating her about the incident.”

Frank heaved a long sigh and began to stitch Laney’s wound. Contrary to her claims, it was actually quite serious. If she had foregone treatment and continued her careless ways, this would become another lasting mark on her skin.

seen a woman with so many scars on

then, you’re welcome!” Laney

you have to do.” She sat back against the pillows with a sullen expression, clearly annoyed by Frank’s remarks. Garrett, who sported an equally morose face,

Frank and said, “Use the best surgical thread there is so

swatted Garrett’s hand

I’m

for it,” Garrett countered in

her eyes at him. Garrett didn’t take

woman. Not having a scar will always be the better choice.”

after Frank snipped the thread from the last stitch, Laney made to

or something?” He pushed her back on the bed and pulled the

and rest for a bit. Just because you’re all sewn up doesn’t mean that

to the police station.” Laney tried to get up again, but Garrett wouldn’t

wornan seemed to have a penchant for worrying the people around her. He couldn’t help but wonder if she

of calling the police, and soon, a couple of officers came to the hospital

grew quiet after the police

the snowflakes falling slowly from above. It looked like

and looked at Laney. He stared at her delicate profile, and was pleasantly surprised

there. I’d like to express