Ashton Heath: I thought it would be just the two of us on a date.
Joanna Lawrence knew that’s what was bothering him and tried not to laugh as she responded: We see each other every day, and we’ll have plenty of time for private dates in the future. Don’t be so petty, alright?
This time, Ashton Heath didn’t reply right away.
Instead, it took him almost a minute to reply with a single word: Okay.
Seeing his "Okay" response, Joanna couldn’t help but picture him typing it out cutely, finding it incredibly adorable.
She searched for a cute reaction image and sent it to him.
Ashton Heath received the reaction image from Joanna when he was already in the car.
The moment he received it, he had one thought in his mind.
That was to take Joanna to bed and have her desperately.
To have her trembling and crying beneath him.
Just like that night, making her cry and beg him, turning her into a delicate pink rose under his body.
She had sent him a picture of a cat hugging a human arm, which was nothing special, but what caught his attention was the caption accompanying the image: "Husband, hold onto me!"
Ashton Heath stared at the word "husband" over and over again, imagining how soft and sweet Joanna’s voice would be when calling him that, and found his body reacting to the thought.
He looked down at the "erection" and saw a deep desire in his eyes.
"Temptress!" Aston gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, staring at the erection that wouldn’t subside and covered it with a thin blanket.
Just hold on a bit longer.
Once her damn period was over, he would make her pay with interest.
He would make her cry and beg him for mercy again.
After driving for a while.
As they passed a flower shop, Ashton Heath asked Cody Aberton to stop the car.
Cody parked the car and looked outside, guessing what Ashton wanted to do when he saw the flower shop across the street.
"President Ashton, let me know what kind of flowers you want to buy, and I’ll go buy them for you."
Cody thought that buying flowers was something Mr. Ashton shouldn’t do himself, especially with an assistant like him around.
Ashton Heath directly opened the car door and ordered in a calm voice: "Wait in the car, I’ll go take a look."
After saying that, he got out of the car.
A tall, handsome figure like him stood out wherever he went.
As Ashton Heath got out of the car, two girls passing by covered their mouths and squealed in hushed tones: "Wow, look at that handsome guy."
"Did he get out of that Rolls-Royce? Wow, handsome and rich, simply top-notch!"
"At least 6’1", those legs are so long, such a heavenly height. He must be a model or something."
The two girls were chattering excitedly, their faces flushed as they walked past him.
Several other girls passing by were also sneaking glances at him, all of them excited and thrilled to see such a handsome guy.
One of them even boldly walked up to him, trying to ask for his contact information.
The girl asking for his contact information was no more than twenty years old, very young, with a face as tender as a peeled egg. She nervously asked with a blushing face, twirling her finger: "Hi, handsome guy, how are you? Can we be friends?"
Before the girl could finish her brave self-introduction, a deep, cold voice sounded from above her head, full of indifference: "Excuse me, please move aside and don’t block the way. I’m going to buy flowers for my wife in the flower shop."