Hearing her use the words "home" so naturally, Ashton Heath paused for a moment, a hint of delight in his eyes.
The two walked into the living room.
Mr. Rowan brought a tie over.
Before, it was always him who tied Ashton Heath’s tie.
He stepped forward with the tie in hand, about to tie his master’s tie as before, only to see Mr. Ashton reach out a hand: "Give me the tie."
Mr. Rowan wondered if Mr. Ashton wanted to tie it himself this time?
But, could he tie it on his own?
Then he saw Mr. Ashton take the tie and hand it to Ms. Joanna beside him.
"Young lady of the Heath family," Ashton Heath lightly hooked the corner of his lips, his voice sexy and enchanting, "Help Mr. Ashton tie his tie in front of so many people...hmm?"
With just one call of "young lady of the Heath family", Joanna Lawrence’s heart was pounding.
She took the tie with a red face and muttered softly, "I’m not very good at tying them either. If I don’t do a good job, don’t blame me."
"Lower your head a bit, I can’t reach your neck." She raised her hand to tie his tie, but he was too tall, and even standing on her toes, she could barely reach his neck.
Ashton Heath cooperatively lowered his head.
Joanna tiptoed and wrapped the tie around his neck.
As one lowered his head and the other raised hers, their distance closed.
Ashton Heath caught a hint of her faint, alluring fragrance from her hair and a pleasant scent from her body.
He didn’t like women who wore perfume.
He found those expensive perfumes very pungent to his nose.
But she didn’t have those unpleasant smells on her; instead, she had a faint, sweet scent, like that of a ripe peach, mixed with a hint of floral fragrance.
He could never get enough of it.
At night, holding her soft, fragrant body, he could quickly fall asleep.
"All right, it’s tied." Joanna straightened the finished tie, took a small step back, and looked up at her handiwork with satisfaction in her eyes.
As she admired her success, she couldn’t help but marvel at the man in front of her, now her husband, as being one in a million.
At 188 cm tall, he had an incredibly tall and slender figure, and especially those extraordinary long legs, which made him the center of attention wherever he went.
Not to mention, he had a face of exceptional beauty.
He had a perfect model physique and looked good in anything.
Exaggerating a bit, someone like him could probably wear a rag and be called a new fashion trend.
But Joanna still thought he looked best and most charming in a suit.
Black shirt, black trousers, cool colors from head to toe, with an intense sense of restraint.
The neatly tailored trousers wrapped around those unbelievable long legs, making him appear even taller and more statuesque, with a noble temperament. Standing anywhere, he had the aura of a domineering president.
She thought the overbearing CEO in novels would be just like him.
As she stared at Ashton in a daze, the man looked down to see her infatuated expression, the corners of his lips curving up in delight.
Stretching his long arm, he pulled her into his embrace and kissed her tender and beautiful chin.
"Uh." Joanna widened her eyes, her face turning crimson.
There were other people in the hall.
Apart from Mr. Rowan, there were several maids.
He was actually doing this in front of so many people...