The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

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.

“Understand what?” His tender, steady voice whispered into her ear.

“Laney, I’ve stood by your side all this time, doing everything in my power for you, because I love you.”

Laney’s entire being froze.

As lan reached for her hand, she snapped back to reality, stepping away from him.

In her retreat, she knocked over the medicine box, its contents scattering across the floor.

The tincture of iodine spilled, releasing a faint alcoholic aroma. Disappointment clouded lan’s features at her reaction. “Laney…” Laney halted him, her voice a flurry of emotion. “I’m sorry, I can’t accept your feelings.”

His eyes downcast, lan remained silent for a moment. Then, discarding his crestfallen demeanor, he offered a gentle smile. “I understand, Mrs. Harding.

Fear not, I’ll strive tirelessly until the day you’re ready to accept me.”

Laney was unsure of how to navigate the situation. He hastily gathered the fallen items and made a hasty exit.

lan watched her frantic departure, his eyes brimming with unspoken disappointment.

It was clear to him that Laney still harbored feelings for Garrett. Her excitement upon seeing him, followed by her fury at his violent actions, were unmistakable signs.

Love stirred emotions, while indifference bred a steady, unchanging state.

In lan’s presence, Laney had always maintained a calm, composed demeanor, revealing no emotions.

Dinner preparations unfolded in a heavy silence.

Laney couldn’t fathom how to interact with lan. She forced down a few bites of food, but the stifling atmosphere soon became unbearable. Setting her chopsticks aside, she decided to clean up the trash can.

lan had always taken care of such tasks. Observing her actions, he stepped forward to intervene. “Let me handle it, Mrs. Harding.” “It’s okay, I can manage,” Laney replied.

“No, please let me,” lan insisted. Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

As their conversation continued, both reached for the garbage bag simultaneously.

For a moment, they froze in place.

Their fingertips grazed one another, amplifying the already palpable awkwardness.

Laney jerked her hand back as if stung, snatched the garbage bag, and darted out the door.

Stepping outside and inhaling the crisp air, Laney’s heart, which had been racing from the awkward encounter, slowly regained its composure.

Laney gazed skyward, wondering how to face lan upon her return. Truth be told, she harbored no romantic feelings for him.

In her eyes, lan was family, a friend but never a lover.

Sighing deeply, she prepared to approach the dumpster when she noticed a new family moving in next door.

Upon closer inspection, her expression darkened.

The new neighbor swaggered towards Laney, smirking as he greeted her,

“Hello, I’ve just moved in next door. Nice to meet you.” Laney clenched her teeth, glaring at him. “Garrett, why are you here? Haven’t I told you to stop bothering me? Why move in right next to me?”

Feigning innocence, Garrett lied smoothly, “The Harding Group is considering buying some land in this city. I’m here to investigate and just happened to stay next door. I only came by to check on you and ensure my daughter’s well-being.”

The moment Garrett’s words hung in the air, Evan darted over, a business proposal clutched in his eager hands. In a solemn tone, he said, “Boss, feast your eyes on this proposal.”

Garrett scanned the document, nodding seriously. “Hmm, it’s good. But give it some more thought.”