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.

of the store without so much as a backward glance. She hadn’t forgiven Garrett, let alone allowed

stupor after a few seconds and made to follow her, only to be

doing?” Garrett shoved lan

Harding doesn’t wish to see you, it

as if he’d just heard the most ridiculous joke. “I’m her husband. It’s none of your concern whether I seek

chest arrogantly. “You’re merely an assistant.

I am an assistant, and it’s

in his eyes, Garrett questioned, “So, are you implying that resolving issues for your employer includes

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

this, Garrett’s fury mounted. Seizing lan’s collar, his eyes burning with rage, he

him indifferently and countered, “Do you have

anger, “Do I need evidence? You’re the only one with access to Laney and the time to acquire her ring