The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 793

Laney hesitated but reluctantly relented. “Do as you please. Live there if you want, but don’t bother me.”

She turned to leave with the trash, but George offered to help. “I’m free right now. Let me give you a hand.” ;

For the first time, Laney didn’t refuse.

Inside, Garrett exhaled a sigh of relief.

As they walked, he contemplated whether to explain the incident at the store to Laney.

By the time they disposed of the trash and returned to her doorstep, he still hadn’t mustered the courage.

Fearing Laney wouldn’t believe him, he hesitated.

Laney stood in front of her door, eyeing Garrett coolly. “Do you have something to say? If not, I’m going inside.”

After a few moments of silence, Laney furrowed her brow and turned to leave, feigning disinterest.

“Wait!” Garrett reached out, grasping Laney’s arm, his words tumbling out in a jumble. “I didn’t… I didn’t hit lan. He fell by himself. As for the divorce papers and wedding ring, he might have orchestrated it.”

you please believe me?” Gazing into Garrett’s anguished eyes, Laney’s

Then can we

“I’m not going to fire lan.” The color drained from Garrett’s face as realization struck. “You’ve fallen

cared for me and provided company. The pain from those times is etched in my memory. You, my husband,

issues is inequality. You

make a promise, but lan

ached, as if pierced

was already living with Ian…

surreptitiously eavesdropped on the conversation

behind the door. Hearing Laney express gratitude rather than love towards him, disappointment

considered, gratitude was better than indifference. Perhaps it could blossom into

him. Purposefully, Ian emerged to not only interrupt Laney and Garrett’s dialogue but also to

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

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

great caregiver. What’s your problem?” Chastised by Laney, Garrett found himself at a loss for words. Laney glared icily at her husband,

that, she

panic, grasped her wrist, attempting to explain, “I just want

off his grip, and disappeared into the room without

follow her, but lan blocked the doorway. He then nonchalantly said, “Mr. Harding, it’s best that you not to enter someone else’s house without the owner’s permission.” Eyes blazing,

smiled and