The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Upon seeing Laney’s face contort as if she were scrutinizing a freak, Garrett hastily clarified, “I didn’t follow you. I just happened to see you and the baby when I came here. Unsure of how to approach you, I only dared to trail you in silence.”

Laney’s expression remained unreadable as she inquired, “Did you ask the cashier to comp our purchase?”

“I just wanted to take care of you,” Garrett admitted, a hint of worry in his voice. “I feared you wouldn’t accept my money…

After a few seconds of contemplative silence, Laney decided to disregard him. She addressed the cashier icily, “I’ll pay for it myself.”

“But…” The cashier, noting the pitiable look on Garrett’s face, attempted to vouch for him. “Your husband meant well. If you two are having a disagreement…”

“I’ll pay!” Laney’s voice cut through the air like a shard of ice.

“Okay!” The cashier hastily accepted her money.

Laney pushed the stroller out of the store without so much as a backward

stood rooted in shock. He shook off his stupor after a few seconds and made to follow

lan aside impatiently. “Out of

spoke evenly. “Mr. Harding, since Mrs. Harding doesn’t wish to see you, it would be best not

ridiculous joke. “I’m her husband. It’s none of your concern whether I seek out my wife and

a finger into lan’s chest arrogantly. “You’re merely an assistant.

an assistant, and it’s my responsibility to resolve

Garrett questioned, “So, are you implying that resolving issues for your employer includes sending

know what you’re talking about. I serve Mrs. Harding and only

lan’s collar, his eyes burning with rage, he

indifferently and countered, “Do you have

only one with access to Laney and the time to acquire her ring to fabricate it. Can you honestly say you didn’t do