She sighed softly, her voice surprisingly gentle: "Baby, are you crying? Tell me, why are you crying?"
After a few seconds of silence, he sighed again, asking with guilt in his eyes, "Is it because of me?"
Joanna stared at him blankly.
After looking for a while, she reached out her hand and touched his face, pinching his handsome cheek lightly.
Only when she felt the warmth of his face in her palm did she confirm that she wasn’t hallucinating.
"Ashton Heath?" She wasn’t entirely sure, so she softly bit her lip and called his name.
"Mmm, it’s me," Ashton Heath replied softly.
Joanna looked at him doubtfully: "You... how did you end up here?"
Ashton Heath fell silent for a moment before telling the truth: "Aria Rowlett called me and told me you were here. She said you were drunk and didn’t feel comfortable with you going home alone. So, I came."
A few seconds later, she pouted unhappily: "Aria told you? Why does she have to meddle? Who says I can’t go home by myself?"
In fact, she felt happy when she saw Ashton Heath.
But, when she thought that he came because Aria contacted him, she felt unhappy again.
If Aria hadn’t contacted him and asked him to pick her up, he wouldn’t have come, right?
He’d been ignoring her all along.
Wasn’t he intending to give her the cold shoulder?
Perhaps, without Aria’s call, he might have given her the cold shoulder for a long time; who knows?
Thinking about it, she became increasingly unhappy.
"She’s not meddling." Ashton Heath thought her pouting was adorable, so he couldn’t resist kissing her lip corner and touching her head while gazing at her adoringly, "I’m very grateful for that call; otherwise, I wouldn’t have known how deeply I’ve wronged you."
Joanna, kissed by him, became dazed. She blinked, looking at the handsome face close to her, her heartbeat suddenly quickened, and her voice stuttered, "Wha- what wrong?"
She didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol she had drunk.
She felt hot on her face, as if it was giving off heat.
As he breathed, his warm and moist breath gently sprinkled on her lip corner, and his pleasant scent kept wafting into her nostrils.
The man’s deep gaze looked straight at her, his eyes filled with regret, "Baby, I’m sorry; I was wrong."
His apology was sudden.
It took Joanna a while to process, before she bit her lip and asked softly, "Why are you apologizing to me?"
Ashton Heath cradled one of her hands and kissed the back of it, "I was jealous, and it made me uncomfortable, so I deliberately ignored you and didn’t reply to your messages."
As soon as he said this, Joanna’s eyes welled up with tears.
So... he really meant to give her the cold shoulder.
She suddenly felt wronged, very wronged.
Seeing her tearful eyes, Ashton Heath panicked.
He sat up on the couch and hugged her into his arms, pitying her, "Baby, why are you crying again?"
Joanna’s eyes were red, and her nose was red too; she angrily pushed him away, "Don’t hold me, let me go!"
At her words, Ashton Heath not only didn’t let go of her but held her even tighter.
"I was wrong, baby. Please forgive me; I’ll never do it again."
Joanna struggled a few times, unable to break free, and finally got angry enough to grab one of his hands and bite it.