"In fact, he’s not a bad person, it’s just that his temper is a bit strange. He probably didn’t mean any harm to you, just that he was in a bad mood today, so..."
Yannick knew what the real reason was.
But he couldn’t tell Joanna that.
Otherwise, if Ashton found out, he would definitely skin him alive.
"It’s okay." Joanna smiled at him generously, "I don’t mind."
When she said she didn’t mind, Yannick was taken aback: "Are you sure you don’t mind, Joanna?"
Joanna nodded, "Yeah, everyone has bad days. I can understand."
Although she appeared magnanimous on the surface, she thought to herself that she wouldn’t have to see Frank Parker often in the future anyway.
Whether he liked her or not was not important at all.
"Thank you for your understanding, Joanna." Yannick already had a good impression of Joanna when he saw her dimples, and now he found her even more adorable. Not only was she good-looking, but her personality was also great.
If Frank wasn’t fixated on Rebecca Kelloway, perhaps he would’ve find Joanna appealing as well.
"Well, I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone now," Yannick said, swiftly glancing at Ashton Heath, who still wore a gloomy expression, and couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.
It seemed that Frank had truly angered Ashton this time.
This matter was not easy to handle.
Yannick’s car was parked across the street, and it was a flashy Lamborghini sports car.
Soon after, a green supercar drove out of the parking lot and quickly exited the parking area.
At the same time, Zack arrived in the black Rolls-Royce.
He stopped the car, got out, and went around to the back seat to open the door: "Mr. Ashton, Ms. Joanna, please get in the car."
Ashton Heath held Joanna’s hand and led her into the car.
Ashton instructed Zack, "Head to the Hillside Villa."
"Yes, sir," Zack replied.
After giving the instruction, Ashton closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, looking exhausted.
"Ashton..." Joanna hesitated to speak.
Just now, with Yannick present, there were some things she couldn’t say.
Now there were no outsiders if the car, Joanna felt that it was necessary to talk to him.
In her heart, she felt a little guilty.
Although she thought she was wronged in some ways,
But no matter what, it was because of her that Ashton had argued with his friend.
Ashton slowly opened his eyes, his deep, dark gaze focused on her: "Hmm?"
The man’s voice was slightly hoarse, which made him sound even more sexy and appealing.
Joanna bit her lip, her long, thick eyelashes trembling slightly as she looked up anxiously, "That, I’m sorry."
Ashton paused and narrowed his eyes: "What are you apologizing for?"
"What happened tonight. It’s because of me that you and your friend..."
"It has nothing to do with you," he interrupted her. "You don’t need to apologize, you haven’t done anything wrong."
"But..." Joanna bit the corner of her lip and sighed quietly, "If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have argued with him. I’m really sorry. If I had known he didn’t like me, I shouldn’t have..."
"Shouldn’t have what? Shouldn’t have come with me?"