"I know how long I’ve known Rebecca Kelloway, and I don’t need you to remind me," Ashton Heath said emotionlessly. "My attitude towards her has nothing to do with how long I’ve known her. If she feels embarrassed, it’s her own doing."
"Ashton Heath, you..."
"It’s not that I’ve changed, it’s your own problem," Ashton Heath calmly looked at him, stating the facts. "You know very well why the situation has become . Besides, I will naturally protect my wife for a lifetime. Whoever wrongs her is crossing me."
Hearing him say this, Joanna Lawrence was moved and tightened her grip on his hand.
This man truly fulfilled his promise.
He said he wouldn’t let anyone mistreat her, and he really did it.
Even if the other party was a friend he had known for more than a decade, he still chose to stand by her side, protect her, and defend her.
He didn’t deal with it casually just because he had a good relationship with Frank Parker.
This wasn’t something that everyone could do.
It could be said that the majority of men couldn’t do it.
In the hearts of many men, brothers were bonded at the hand and feet, and women were like clothes.
Seeing him still "stubborn," Frank Parker gritted his teeth and said, "...Fine, I’ll wait and see how long you can protect her. Ashton Heath, you’ll regret it eventually!"
Having said that, Frank Parker left angrily.
Before leaving, he glanced at Joanna Lawrence with an unclear gaze, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes again.
Ashton Heath stood still, rubbing his brow, his eyes revealing slight fatigue.
"Are you okay?" Joanna Lawrence felt a little guilty.
Every time, Ashton Heath defended her and ended up at odds with Frank Parker.
They used to be good brothers.
She could see that Ashton Heath’s mood was affected after falling out with Frank Parker and his friends.
His surface said it was nothing, but how could it really be nothing?
Imagine that one day, she and Aria Rowlett had a fallout for the same reason; she too would be depressed and upset.
However, she wouldn’t do such a stupid thing.
In the future, if her Aria fell for someone, as long as it wasn’t a truly unfit person, she wouldn’t oppose it at all.
"It’s nothing," Ashton Heath looked down at her and smiled, "It’s just an unpleasant insert song. Pay no mind. Have you decided on a bag? Should I ask the clerk to wrap it up for you?"
"Sir, it’s this bag."
The store clerk, fearing that they wouldn’t buy anything and no bags would be sold, quickly brought the bag over and smiled, "Actually, Miss was first interested in this black bag, but Mr. Parker had a female companion who also liked the black bag, so she gave it up."
"Our bag comes in three colors, all pretty attractive – black is classic and versatile, burgundy is stylish, and dark green is vintage and elegant. These three colors can be alternated."
Although they didn’t know the identity of Ashton Heath yet.
But just now, several clerks heard and inferred that he and Frank Parker seemed to be quite close.
So, he must also have an extremely prominent identity.
Seeing how he cherished and protected the woman beside him, he should be generous as well.
So they thought about selling all three bags at once.
Ashton Heath didn’t have much understanding of women’s bags, but his taste was unquestionable. Whether it was good-looking or not, he could certainly tell.