She sent the voice message, but it took Ashton Heath quite a while to reply.
Joanna thought he must be busy, and didn’t send any more texts.
She figured she’d buy two portions anyhow, regardless of whether Ashton wanted to eat or not.
If he didn’t want to eat, she’d eat it all herself.
Just as Joanna was convinced that Ashton had gone to a meeting and wouldn’t reply to her messages, her Twitter beeped, and a reply from the man arrived.
My Dearest Husband: I don’t want to eat cake, I want to eat you. Is that okay?
Joanna stared at this sudden Twitter message and the strange Twitter name for a long time before realizing that it was sent by Ashton Heath.
Looking at the words "My Dearest Husband," her mouth twitched. She clicked on the user info and saw that the name had indeed been changed.
The original Twitter name was just a single English letter: M.
She was about to ask Ashton when he’d added her Twitter, but then she thought of the chat he had with Aria and suddenly understood everything.
It seemed that during her sleep, Ashton had done quite a few things without her knowledge.
This childish man not only lied to her best friend about how strong and powerful he was, but also had the audacity to change his Twitter name to this nickname.
What "My Dearest Husband," it’s nauseating.
Joanna glanced at the screen and her mind almost instantly conjured an ambiguous scene.
The man pinned her down on the soft bed, undressing her while whispering in her ear, "Baby, I want to eat you..."
Just thinking about it made Joanna’s face flush.
She covered her burning cheeks and decided not to reply to his text.
He appeared cold and detached, like he wasn’t interested in women.
His mind was filled with unhealthy thoughts all the time!
Deep down, he was a beast in human skin!
Joanna looked over and over at his nickname. She wanted to change it but hesitated when her finger reached the "edit nickname" bar and backed out.
Ashton was a petty man.
If he knew she deleted his nickname, he’d definitely get mad at her.
Although he was easy to appease, it’s better not to upset him if there’s no need.
After all, it’s just a nickname.
Others can’t see it anyway, so she shouldn’t care too much about it.
Joanna didn’t reply to Ashton’s text. After a few minutes, the man sent another one: Baby, I’m going to a meeting, see you in an hour.
Before Joanna could reply to him, he sent another one after a few seconds: Save me some cake.
The taxi stopped at the Heath Group building entrance.
As soon as Joanna got out of the car, she saw a familiar figure walking into the building.
The woman’s figure was tall and slender, dressed in a Celine’s Drift-style black skirt suit, stepping on a pair of red high heels, swaying seductively as she walked.
Soon, the black figure entered the Heath Group lobby.
Joanna stood at the bottom of the steps, watching for a moment, and felt like she’d seen that figure somewhere before but couldn’t remember exactly where.
She gave up trying to remember, and holding the cake, walked up the stairs step by step.
In the Heath Group lobby.
As Rebecca Kelloway entered the lobby, she saw Cody Aberton and her face lit up involuntarily. She approached him and took the initiative to greet him, "Cody, what are you doing here? Are you...here to pick someone up?"