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.

a woman with so

then, you’re welcome!” Laney

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

turned to Frank and said, “Use

Garrett’s hand

I’m

pay for it,” Garrett countered in a voice that brooked no

eyes at him. Garrett didn’t take the bait. Instead, he drew closer and stared

course it’s necessary; you’re a woman. Not having a scar

protests. Right after Frank snipped the thread from the last stitch, Laney made to leave the bed. Garrett’s hand quickly shot

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

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

even dealt with your ex-girlfriend yet. I need to go to the police station.” Laney tried to get

a penchant for worrying the

officers came to the

grew quiet

snowflakes falling slowly from above. It looked like it was going to snow

Garrett withdrew his gaze from the window and looked at Laney. He stared at her delicate profile, and was pleasantly surprised to realize that he found her rather

to express my sincerest thanks.”