"Eat your food. With so much food, it should be enough to keep your mouth shut."
Right after Yannick Luther finished speaking, he received a kick.
Ashton Heath kicked him in the calf, not holding back any strength.
"Wow, Ashton, you’re so gentle with your woman but so cruel to your brothers? Your discrimination is so obvious!" Yannick cried out in pain.
With his snarling and hissing expression, he looked completely unattractive.
Joanna Lawrence couldn’t help but laugh.
With her laughter, Yannick’s eyes widened.
Just a moment ago, he was snarling in pain, and now his eyes were fixed on Joanna as if he was in a daze.
Suddenly, Yannick felt like he could understand why Ashton fell for this young sister-in-law.
Wow, she really looks beautiful when she smiles.
And she even has dimples!
Little did anyone know, he loved girls with dimples so much. If they also had tiny fangs, they would be even more adorable.
Not many people knew that young master of the Luther family, who claimed to be a fan of sexy beauties, was actually a die-hard loli fan.
What he liked the most was not sexy women, but cute, petite girls.
If it was a girl with big eyes, a small mouth, fair and tender skin, dimples and tiny fangs, a ponytail, and a height around 1.5 to 1.6 meters, they could make him swoon.
He would be madly infatuated!
Although Joanna’s height and appearance didn’t quite match that of a petite girl, when she smiled, shallow dimples appeared on the corners of her mouth.
At that moment, Yannick felt as if he was seeing his first love.
"Wow, Ashton, why did you kick me again? It hurts so much!"
As he was lost in thought, another painful kick landed on his calf, almost making him jump.
This time, Ashton’s kick was even stronger and fiercer.
His kick almost put Yannick on the ground.
Yannick rubbed his calf, his eyes tearing up, and turned around.
Ashton looked at him expressionlessly, "If your eyes wander around, I’ll dig them out."
Just because he had stared at his sister-in-law for a few more seconds.
So, his brother Ashton was... jealous?
How had he not realized before that his brother was a jar of vinegar?
Across from him, Rebecca Kelloway’s hand was squeezing her wine glass so hard it was about to shatter.
She suddenly took a deep breath, maintaining a polite smile on her face, and asked casually, "When do you and Joanna plan to hold the wedding? I can free up some time in advance."
"Cough, cough, cough." Joanna had just taken a sip of juice and choked, coughing incessantly.
Why bring up the wedding all of a sudden!
She had never thought about having a wedding ceremony.
If she did, wouldn’t it be totally public?
"Drink slowly, how did you choke on it?" Ashton placed a hand on her back, gently patting, and waited for her to feel better before replying to Rebecca, "It’s up to Joanna. Whenever she says, that’s when it will be. I’ll listen to her."
His answer made Rebecca’s face change instantly.
She clenched her teeth, "Haven’t Lady Octavia and Sir Darren urged you two at all?"
Ashton slowly raised his head.
As his dark eyes met Rebecca’s, she felt a sudden wave of panic, as if he had seen through her.
Before he could say anything, she quickly tried to explain herself: "What I meant was, you two are already married, and Sir Darren and Lady Octavia must want you to have the wedding sooner rather than later."