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.

never seen a woman with so many scars on

you’re welcome!”

to do.” She sat back against the pillows with

talking far too much for an injured patient.” Then he turned to Frank and said, “Use the best surgical thread there is so that her

Garrett’s hand

that’s too expensive. I’m fine with the

Garrett countered in a voice that brooked

totally unnecessary,” Laney said, rolling her eyes at him. Garrett didn’t take the bait. Instead, he drew closer

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

didn’t make any further protests. Right after Frank snipped the thread from the last stitch, Laney made to leave the bed. Garrett’s hand quickly shot out

you honestly think of yourself as a superhero or something?” He pushed her back on the bed and pulled the

you’re all sewn up doesn’t mean that your wound is

dealt with your ex-girlfriend yet. I need to go to the police

the people around

calling the police, and soon, a couple of officers came to the hospital to take a statement. They were also

ward grew quiet after the police

and Laney both sat facing the window, watching the snowflakes falling slowly from

stared at her delicate profile, and was pleasantly surprised to

saved me back there. I’d like to express my sincerest thanks.” Laney didn’t