How could he do this to her?
She didn’t dare move in his arms.
"Baby, can you feel it? I’m in so much discomfort right now. Help me..." His voice became huskier, exuding an unspeakably sexy and seductive aura. Just listening to his voice made Joanna’s heart tremble.
Her face was burning like fire, and she didn’t dare move in his arms. Her eyes were red with urgency: "Can’t you solve it yourself?"
Shouldn’t men know how to do that sort of thing already?
Why did she have to help him?
"Wife." He buried his head in her neck and rubbed it gently, even acting coquettish. "I don’t want to solve it myself. Help me."
The word "wife" made Joanna’s heart race erratically.
In the end, Joanna couldn’t resist Ashton Heath’s repeated coaxing and pitiful act, and she helped him out in another way.
After washing her hands, she was still blushing when he carried her out of the bathroom. Her eyes were filled with complaints.
She shouldn’t have agreed to help!
Her hand... so sore and achy.
Moreover, if she hadn’t kept urging him, he wouldn’t have finished so quickly.
If she hadn’t rushed him, her hand would probably be cramping by his normal pace.
At this moment, Ashton was looking very satisfied.
Although this method didn’t completely satisfy him, it was much better than holding back.
At least he didn’t feel as uncomfortable now.
The satisfied man looked at the resentful little woman in his arms, hooked the corner of his lips in amusement, and gently coaxed: "Baby, is your hand still sore? Want me to massage it for you?"
Once Joanna thought about the embarrassing scene just now, she felt both shy and annoyed, and didn’t want to pay him any mind.
He seemed so pure and uninterested usually, but during "that" time, he was like an entirely different person—so passionate that it frightened her.
Even as she ignored him, Ashton didn’t mind at all.
In such times, a man’s patience could be incredibly great.
As he held her and approached the bed, there was a sudden knock at the door.
"Mr. Ashton, Ms. Joanna, lunch is ready."
Mr. Rowan’s voice came from outside the door: "Mr. Jeremy is waiting for you downstairs to have lunch together."
Ashton stopped, holding Joanna and turning around.
He lowered his head and looked at her, hooking his lips and asking, "Baby, are you hungry? Shall we go downstairs for lunch now?"
Joanna was still bothered by what had just happened, she glared at him and replied curtly, "Put me down, I can walk myself. I don’t need you to carry me."
Jeremy was there too.
She would be too embarrassed to let him carry her downstairs.
Otherwise, Jeremy would tease her again.
The most crucial point was that Joanna didn’t really want to pay attention to him right now.
Every time she saw him, she couldn’t help but think of what had happened in the bathroom.
Ashton knew she was still feeling upset about it and didn’t want to anger her further, so he let her down immediately.
As soon as her feet touched the ground, Joanna quickly walked towards the door. She walked so fast, as if someone was chasing her from behind.
Without looking back, she fled from the bedroom.
Watching her frantic, delicate figure, Ashton stood in place, smiling as the depth of his eyes flashed a dark flame.
Huh, did she think she could get away?
He was just letting her go for now.
When the day came that he could touch her again, he would retaliate even more fiercely.