The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

lan surreptitiously eavesdropped on the conversation between Laney and

Garrett from behind the door. Hearing Laney express gratitude rather than love towards him, disappointment washed over him.

Yet, he considered, gratitude was better than indifference. Perhaps it could blossom into love someday?

A glimmer of hope ignited within him. Purposefully, Ian emerged to not only interrupt Laney and Garrett’s dialogue but also to sow misunderstanding.

As anticipated, Garrett’s eyes betrayed a flicker of pain when he caught sight of Ian.

With a sly smile, Ian drawled, “Mr. Harding, don’t misconstrue the situation. Anya is still young, needing nighttime feedings and diaper changes. Mrs. Harding can’t handle it all by herself, so I’m staying here to help. Rest assured, I mostly spend time with Anya.” “I didn’t say anything,” Garrett retorted, face flushing crimson. Despite his protest, he couldn’t suppress his discontent. Muttering, he said, “There’s no reason for you to be with my daughter all the time.”

What’s your problem?” Chastised by Laney, Garrett found himself at a

she pivoted to

wrist, attempting

his grip, and disappeared into the room without a backward glance.

then nonchalantly said, “Mr. Harding, it’s best that you not

lan smiled and closed the

the now-shut entrance, Garrett’s heart

yet he couldn’t even step inside her home. Blocked by an assistant, he wasn’t

his sorrow didn’t

feelings for him. She wouldn’t have seriously explained her emotions towards lan