The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

chapter 792

There was no denying that he had shown her kindness in many ways.

Nevertheless, Laney also didn’t want to wrong Garrett.

While tending to lan’s wounds, she inquired tentatively, “By the way, what led to your scuffle with Garrett earlier?”

lan’s expression immediately turned tense, and he bowed his head down dejectedly. “I just told Mr. Harding not to bother you without your permission…” he muttered.

Laney probed further in a calm tone, “Is that really all that happened, lan? I wouldn’t like for my assistant to lie to me.” lan’s fingers curled slightly as he began, “Mrs. Harding…”

With her eyes fixed on lan, Laney continued in a composed tone, “lan, I need you to be honest with me. Did you deliberately set up Garrett? And… were you responsible for sending him the fake divorce papers and wedding ring?”

lan’s complexion drained of color as Laney interrogated him. Desperate to explain himself, but noting the disappointment in her eyes, he realized further words were futile. “It was me,” he admitted.

Laney’s voice was sharp and distinct as she asked, “Why? Why did you do that?”

In a hushed tone, Ian replied, “Mrs. Harding, I merely want to remove obstacles for you. Since leaving Garrett, your life has flourished. No longer bound by the Harding family, you’ve built a career you love and embraced a life of freedom and joy. Isn’t that a blessing?” His eyes locked onto hers, his expression solemn. His voice was soothing, yet seemed to mask a torrent of emotion. “Had I not intervened, Garrett would have pursued you relentlessly, causing you trouble and casting you back into the depths of despair.” Laney averted her gaze, her voice trembling. “Don’t do this again. You’re crossing the line between assistant and employer.”

“Oh, my lady!” Ian sighed, resigned. “Why don’t you understand?” Her heart pounded in time with his words.

His tender, steady voice whispered into

doing everything

Laney’s entire being froze.

reached for her hand, she snapped back to reality, stepping away from

the medicine box, its contents scattering

lan’s features at her reaction.

for a moment. Then, discarding his crestfallen demeanor, he offered a

tirelessly until the

navigate the situation. He hastily

departure, his

still harbored feelings for Garrett. Her excitement

indifference

Laney had always maintained a calm, composed demeanor,

in a

the stifling atmosphere soon became

he stepped forward to intervene. “Let me handle it, Mrs. Harding.” “It’s okay, I

please let me,”

conversation continued, both reached for

they froze in

another, amplifying the