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

actually quite serious. If she had foregone treatment and continued her

years of practice, I’ve never seen a woman with so many scars on her

“I’m just another one of your patients. Please stop talking nonsense and do what you

with a sullen expression,

and covered Laney’s mouth with his hand. “You’re talking far too

turned to Frank and said, “Use the best surgical thread there is so that her wound won’t

swatted Garrett’s hand away. “Forget it; that’s too expensive. I’m fine with the

it,” Garrett countered in a

Laney said, rolling her

wound. “Of course it’s necessary; you’re a woman. Not

enough, she didn’t make any

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

over her legs. “Lie down and rest for a bit. Just because you’re all sewn up doesn’t mean that your wound