She pursed her lips and smiled, then looked up at him, puzzled, blinking, "Aren’t you the president? How can you be so busy, even working during the holiday?"
Ashton Heath raised the corners of his lips, "I’ve just taken over the company, and there are many things that require my personal attention. But don’t worry, after this busy month, it won’t be anymore."
"I’ll try my best to spend more time with you."
"...That’s not what I meant." Joanna Lawrence was a little embarrassed.
It sounded like she was complaining about him not having time for her.
"That’s not what you meant, but I want to spend more time with you." Ashton Heath’s gaze was tender as he looked at her. "Baby, don’t you want to have more time to be with me and stay by my side?"
Under his intense and gentle gaze, Joanna’s heartbeat quickened, and her face began to heat up.
"I do." Before she could answer, Ashton Heath hooked his lips and his voice became even more sultry, "Although I can’t be with you all the time, I promise that all my personal time outside of work will belong to you."
Joanna’s heartbeat grew faster and faster.
She felt like her face was about to burst into flames.
How could this man, Ashton Heath, be so good at flirting?
Didn’t he know how alluring his words were?
She simply couldn’t resist his soft and affectionate approach.
"Baby, can you agree to it?" Contrary to appearances, he didn’t seem to know how charming and attractive he was, showing a captivating smile and whispering his question in her ear with a deep and bewitching voice.
Joanna felt like her ears were getting pregnant.
Her head became dizzy.
She thought Ashton was doing this on purpose.
Showcasing his masculine charm in front of her.
Even she, not being a fangirl, was overwhelmed by his overflowing masculine charm, feeling dizzy and disoriented.
Her head seemed to belong to someone else, nodding involuntarily and obediently, "Yes."
"Good girl." Ashton Heath chuckled softly, his warm hand cupping her delicate, fair face, lowering his head to press a gentle kiss on her soft lips.
It was supposed to be a brief and light kiss.
However, after tasting the sweetness of her lips, he couldn’t help but deepen the kiss.
The light kiss turned into a deep one.
The brief kiss became a passionate and lingering one.
Joanna’s body was already weak, and after this long, ardent kiss, she felt even more powerless, collapsing into his arms.
Her cheeks were flushed from the kiss, her eyes hazy, and her breath ragged.
Ashton Heath’s breath was also slightly rushed as he nuzzled her nose.
His scorching hand still cupped her delicate face, his eyes darkening as he looked at the flushed girl in his arms, her lips swollen from the kiss.
There was a hint of hidden fire dancing in the depths of his eyes.
Her porcelain skin, flushed from the heat, was like a ripe peach, exuding an alluring scent.
His fingertips gently pressed against her soft skin, stroking it gently.
He truly wanted... to devour her whole.
The atmosphere in the room was a little sultry, the air filled with an ambiguous energy.
A knock at the door suddenly broke the silence.
Ashton Heath took a deep breath, suppressing the restless heat in his body, and asked hoarsely, "Who is it?"