The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

Laney glanced at Garrett indifferently. “I’m very grateful for your visit, Mr. Harding,” she said, her tone dry. “You’re always so busy, so I’m honored to receive even a moment of your time. Well, I dare not waste another second of it though. Drive safely on your way back, Mr. Harding.”

Garrett frowned. He hadn’t intended to stay long in the first place, but he changed his mind after noting how eager this woman was to send him away. She had piqued his interest.

He slowly took off his coat and tossed it on a nearby chair before pulling another one to sit by the bed. “You want me to leave as soon as I arrive, huh? Tell me why you dislike me so much, Miss Garcia. Do you think that I will hurt you?”

A shiver ran down Laney’s spine. She was inexplicably unsettled by the man’s piercing gaze.

She told herself that it was only because he had very attractive, deep-set eyes. His eyelashes were thick and naturally curled. In addition to that, there was a faint, red mole under the corner of his eye that seemed to beguile people to look more closely. Laney found herself thinking that if Garrett had been a woman, he would undoubtedly be a gorgeous one.

Realizing that she had wandered far into her own thoughts, she cleared her throat and changed the subject. “Actually, Mr. Harding, it’s just that I need to use the bathroom.”

“Then go and take care of your business. It doesn’t matter whether I’m here or not, does it? Don’t worry. I won’t peep on you.” Nonplussed, Garrett reached for the tea set on the side table and poured himself a cup.

Laney couldn’t help but glare at him. It looked like he had no plans to leave any time soon.

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his eyes when he heard her suck her breath from exertion. He strode over in a flash and held out his arm. “Here, let

care of myself.” Despite her brave words, Laney struggled to get on her feet. When

said, unaware that his voice had turned gentle. “You don’t have to pretend

underestimate us female bodyguards, Mr. Harding. This kind of injury is nothing. If I’m unable to handle this

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