Her heart raced, thumping wildly.
"Call me hubby, hmm?" The deep magnetic voice carried a hint of seduction, making her heart flutter.
Joanna Lawrence was so moved that her heart trembled.
Before her was an unbelievably handsome face, alluring words that could impregnate her ears, and a captivating, mesmerizing scent...
She felt like she was under some sort of spell, her head spinning.
Her face flushed, turning crimson.
"Ashton, Ashton Heath..."
Although, according to their marriage certificate, he was indeed her husband.
But saying it out loud made her feel overly awkward and embarrassed.
She didn’t think she could say it.
"Mmm, baby, I’m here." The man moved closer, his overwhelming beauty within reach. His voice became even more seductive.
Joanna’s heart gave a few more vigorous thumps.
Staring at his gorgeous face, she swallowed nervously, "I-I can’t say it."
Even thinking about it made her feel incredibly awkward.
"You haven’t even tried; how do you know you can’t?"
"Say it a few more times, and you’ll get used to it. Come on, call me hubby."
Joanna’s face turned red, her eyes welling up, "I-I really can’t. Can you give me some time?"
Ashton Heath saw her distress and, although disappointed, decided not to force her further, "Fine, I’ll give you some time. But since I agreed to wait, shouldn’t you satisfy a small request of mine?"
"What?" Joanna breathed a sigh of relief and blinked her eyes, looking at him curiously.
Ashton Heath curled his lips, "If you won’t call me hubby, then call me darling."
"Or else call me hubby; it’s your choice."
Both terms felt so embarrassing!
Compared though, "darling" seemed a bit better, easier to say.
"Alright, fine." She took a deep breath, bit her lip, and, suppressing her shyness, whispered, "Darling..."
Her soft, delicate voice was irresistibly sweet.
Ashton Heath was immediately filled with desire.
His eyes darkened, "Baby, say it again, louder this time."
Joanna’s lips were passionately claimed by the man’s scorching kiss, his burning lips igniting a fire on hers.
He kissed deeply and fervently.
Soon, the air in her mouth was depleted, and even the air in her chest grew thinner as the man’s advances continued.
Just as Joanna was about to suffocate, Ashton Heath finally released her.
His voice was deep and hoarse, still filled with desire as he cupped her face, "Do you remember our one-week agreement? Are you ready?"
Gasping for breath in his arms, Joanna: "!!!"
A one-week agreement?
What one-week agreement?
The husky, sensual voice once again rang in her ear, "Today is the deadline. Don’t tell me you’re not ready yet."
This time, even if she wasn’t ready, he had no intention of letting her go.
When Joanna remembered the so-called one-week agreement, her eyes widened, and her body tensed with anxiety.