The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

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.”

heaved a long sigh and began to stitch Laney’s

serious. If she had foregone treatment and continued her careless ways, this would become another

my years of practice, I’ve never seen a woman with so many

you’re welcome!” Laney retorted. “I’m just another one of your patients. Please stop talking nonsense and

pillows with a sullen

sported an equally morose face, leaned over and covered Laney’s mouth

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

that’s too expensive.

pay for it,” Garrett countered in a voice that

said,

drew closer and stared at her open wound. “Of course it’s necessary; you’re a

enough, she didn’t make any

Frank snipped the thread from the last stitch, Laney made to leave the bed.

He pushed her back on the bed and pulled the covers over her legs. “Lie down and