My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Now that Garrett was home, he felt safe and dropped his guard.He took off his glasses, picked up a bag of chips on the table,
and turned on the TV.
As he casually stuffed chips into his mouth, he said absent–mindedly, "I don‘t have any weapons here.This is the twenty–first
century.We‘re all civilized people."
"Why don‘t you ask your assistant to send us some guns? I know you have access to the arms industry.If those guys make a
move, I could protect you if I have a weapon."
Standing by the window vigilantly, Laney looked at Garrett, who was lying on the sofa and watching TV.
With his glasses off, Garrett looked less refined and more down–to–earth.He was thirty years old, but there was still a bit of
teenage spirit in his eyes.
Despite this, his jaw was firm and his eyebrows were straight.Now that she was getting a closer look at him, Laney found that he
seemed really matured and handsome.
"Don‘t worry about it.This is my place.We‘re safe here.Relax.Do you want some snacks? Chips, chocolates, biscuits—whatever
you like.My pantry‘s fully stocked." Garrett gestured at Laney with a bag of potato chips in his hand.
Laney was bewildered.She had never seen this side of Garrett before.
Shouldn‘t the son of a rich family like him be a bit more self–disciplined? How could he be so fond of junk food? Albeit a bit
dubious, Laney walked over and sat beside him.She looked at the bag of chips and swallowed her urge to eat some.
"That does not look healthy, Mr.Harding.Anyway, I‘ll find a way to drive those guys away.I can‘t hide in your place forever."
While munching on the chips, Garrett plucked a piece of tissue from the tissue box on the table and wiped his mouth and fingers.
Then he sat up straight and said seriously, "Let me see if I can talk to someone from the Burke family.Just stay here in the
meantime."
Laney was left with no choice but to agree.
Garrett put down the bag of chips and brushed the crumbs off his shirt.

"Now, let‘s find you a room." Laney nodded and followed Garrett around the villa like a meek puppy.It didn‘t really matter to her
which room she‘d stay in.
Finally, after a tour of the mansion, Garrett made her stay in the room next to his.
"It‘ll be more convenient here.You can shout for me if anything comes up."
At least, this was the reason he gave her.
Laney didn‘t object.
A room in a villa was a luxury to her, having spent many a night on the streets before.She walked around the room and found no
personal effects here.
Perhaps no one had lived here before.
Just as she was thinking about ordering some things online, Garrett said quickly, "I asked my assistant to buy you some clothes
and other daily necessities.Someone will bring them here later.If you‘d need anything else, just tell me, okay?"
"Oh, thanks.I was thinking of buying them myself." Laney thanked him in a hurry.
It seemed out of character for Garrett to be so considerate.
But on second thought, she realized that he had had so many girlfriends before, so he should know better than anyone else how
to treat a girl right.
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And that was how Laney started living with Garrett.
In her eyes, Garrett had always been a playboy, but his house was far from what she thought it‘d be.
It was quiet, and he never brought his girlfriends here.
Unlike the image he used to keep up, he didn‘t go to bars or clubs on weekends.
He only liked staying in and watching TV dramas with junk food.

He would cry when he was touched, and he would cover his eyes with a pillow whenever he saw disturbing scenes from horror
movies.
Sometimes, when he‘d get scared, he‘d nestle in Laney‘s arms and whine, "Aren‘t you scared at all?" "I‘ve seen a lot of real shit
more horrifying than that," Laney would explain calmly.
At first, she couldn‘t understand whether Garrett was really scared or if he was just pretending.
But after listening to him complain, she‘d sigh and pat him on the back to comfort him.
"Don‘t be scared.It‘s fine.It‘s all fake."
Then Garrett would throw himself into her arms and held her tight.
On work days, he always had a routine.He would set out to the office and come home from work at the same times, always
making it a point to have dinner with Laney.
Although he didn‘t know how to cook and always left the kitchen in a mess, when Laney cooked, he would stand to the side and
praise her generously, like a supportive husband.