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.

much as a backward glance. She hadn’t forgiven Garrett, let alone allowed herself to converse with

shock. He shook off his stupor after a few

are you doing?” Garrett shoved lan aside impatiently. “Out of

“Mr. Harding, since Mrs. Harding doesn’t wish to see you, it would

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

nodded and replied, “Indeed, I am an assistant, and it’s my

“So, are you implying that resolving issues for your employer

up with a calm smile. “Mr. Harding, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I serve Mrs. Harding and only act in the best

rage, he demanded, “Tell me! Did you send the divorce

and countered, “Do you have any evidence?”

evidence? You’re the only one with access to Laney and the time