Ashton Turns Out to Be So Good at Flirting with Young Ladies 35: Chapter 35: Mr.
Ashton Turns Out to Be So Good at Flirting with Young Ladies “I, I’m not angry.” Joanna Lawrence blushed, feeling a little breathless as he got closer.
“Really?” Ashton Heath closed the distance between them by another two centimeters, his warm breath brushing against her lips as he pressed her chin with his fingertips, gently caressing it, “Then give me a kiss, and I’ll believe you.”
Joanna was startled, her eyes widening in surprise.
Ashton watched her slightly parted pink lips, his eyes narrowing slightly, the depths of his gaze growing darker.
Her lips tasted wonderful.
He had tasted them many times that night.
Thinking of that night, his eyes darkened further.
Feeling the heat of his gaze, Joanna’s heart fluttered, and she pushed him away with a hand.
She moved a little to the side, keeping some distance between them, blushing as she said, “Ashton, be serious, will you?”
He was making her extremely flustered.
She had the urge to run away.
She was like a startled little rabbit, her ears standing up in shock.
Not only was her face red, but even her tender, delicate ears were invitingly tinged with a light pink color.
Ashton resisted the urge to reach out and squeeze her ears, seeing how shy she was, and decided to let her go for now.
After all, they had only been married for less than a day.
He didn’t want to scare her off now.
“Mmm.” Ashton straightened up, adjusting the cufflinks on his shirt, and said seriously, “Let’s go eat first.
We’ll do the frivolous things after we’re full.”
Joanna’s face turned a deep flush in an instant.
Her entire face was as if it were about to catch fire.
This man, Ashton Heath, looked so cold and abstinent.
But deep down, how could he be so unserious?
Was he in front of others?
In the driver’s seat.
Zack, who had been listening to their conversation, couldn’t help but blush as well.
He never expected that Mr.
Ashton would be so good at flirting with young girls.
He had thought that Mr.
Ashton wouldn’t even know how to get along with Ms.
Now it seemed that he had worried too much.
The restaurant they were going to was a very high-end revolving restaurant.
On the 68th floor of a tall building.
The best seats in the restaurant were always reserved for Ashton Heath.
The manager came out to greet them, and upon seeing Ashton Heath, he respectfully greeted, “Mr.
“Mmm.” Ashton nodded slightly.
The manager looked at Joanna, who had come out of the elevator with him, baffled to see her dressed in student attire, and asked, “Mr.
Ashton, who is this…?”
As soon as Joanna opened her mouth, the man’s arm wrapped around her waist possessively, holding her: “This is my wife.”
The manager was dumbstruck, his face a picture of astonishment.
He looked at Joanna with disbelief, his expression so exaggerated that it seemed like he had just heard the Apocalypse was upon them.
A few seconds later, he finally came back to his senses and quickly bowed to Joanna, “Good evening, Ms.
It was the first time Joanna had received such a respectful greeting, and she felt a little uncomfortable.
Ashton glanced down at her, the corners of his mouth turning up, as he supported her slender, soft waist and walked forward.
After a few steps, Joanna suddenly felt a warm breath on her ear, and the faint, elegant scent from the man enveloped her.