Chapter 337 Heartbreaker


    Garrett wasn''t expecting Laney to brush off his question, much less mention the one embarrassing


    thing he didn''t want to talk about.


    He held on to her arm and hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Well... She is an exgirlfriend of


    mine. She was spoiled all her life, so she''s quite used to doing things without thinking about the


    possible consequences. I must admit that I am partly at fault here. I should have been more firm


    when I broke up with her; she wouldn''t have fostered any false hopes that we might get back


    together again."


    True enough, his ex-girlfriend was a very stubborn brat. When he had first tried to break up with her,


    she was adamant with her refusal. They had broken up eventually, but it seemed like she had


    turned her love for him into some sinister obsession that prompted her to do horrible things like


    attacking him with a weapon. Garrett hung his head and said nothing more. He wasn''t the type to


    gossip about his exes, regardless of whether he was in good terms with them or not.


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    Laney narrowed her eyes at him. Clearly, she didn''t believe a word he had just said. "Are you sure


    the fault isn''t entirely yours? Maybe you trampled on her heart too much."


    If the tabloids were to be believed, Garrett had supposedly dated several women at the same time.


    He was notorious for having a messy love life.


    He looked at Laney now, caught between crying andughing. He was painfully aware of his awful


    reputation, as well as the fact that most people believed the stories to be a true.


    However, Garrett wasn''t a womanizer at all. Or at least, he didn''t think so. Contrary to popr


    ims, he was always serious about every rtionship he got into. He had never yed with a


    partner''s feelings.


    When he was in love, he would give his girlfriend his all. And once he broke up with someone, he


    would draw a clear line and never contact the other party again. Perhaps the problem was that he


    was rarely single. The media had simplytched on to the number of rtionships under his belt


    and built up his image as a yboy and a heartbreaker.


    Garrett was silent for a couple of seconds as pulled himself out of his musings. "I can only say that


    you don''t know me, Miss Garcia," he said with a wry smile.


    When he looked down at her wound again, he realized that Laney was bleeding profusely. "Why do


    you ask so many questions, anyway?" he grumbled. "Can''t you just worry about yourself for once?


    Look, your clothes are practically dyed with blood."


    It wasn''t the first time he had wondered— genuinely wondered—if this woman was made of steel.


    Something clicked in her mind at his words, and Laney realized that the pain on her shoulder had


    indeed worsened.


    "It''s not a serious injury," she said lightly, even as she tightened the makeshift bandages around her


    arm. "We''re in a hospital. It''s not like I would die from this."


    Garrett sighed helplessly and shook his head. All he could do for now was to assist her as they


    rushed through the hallways.


    "Does your girlfriend have a problem with her eyesight?" Laney asked all of a sudden.


    He turned to her abruptly and found her brows furrowed in the most adorable way. Now, why would


    she ask something like that?


    "I''m not a tomboy, am I?" Laney added before he could say anything. She sounded pretty miffed.


    Garrett suppressed the urge to chuckle and settled for a smile. "She was just trying to goad you," he


    said patiently. "Don''t take herments to heart. You''re a lovely little woman." They carried on with


    some mindless chatter as they made their way to the nearest empty ward, as if to distract


    themselves from the severity of the situation.


    Frank arrived shortly after. His jaw dropped at the sight of the bleeding woman on the hospital bed.


    "Why are you back already?" he demanded. "And you''ve got a new cut on your shoulder! Don''tyou


    have any respect for the sanctity of life?" Out of all the problematic patients he had had to deal with,


    what Frank hated the most were those who were reckless with the matter of life and death.


    Garrett looked away guiltily and scratched the back of his head. He cleared his throat and took


    Frank aside to recount the incident that brought them here.


    Not that Frank was any happier for the exnation. Shaking his head, he called for a nurse to help


    him sew Laney up.


    His already glum face only grew darker as he inspected the gash. "I don''t really care what you do,


    Laney, but you''re courting death at this point. Your previous injuries haven''t even fully healed yet!


    What were you thinking, going against an armed person with your bare fists?"