She isn’t as important as his wife.
Had Rebecca Kelloway been smarter, they could have continued to get along and remain friends.
But clearly, she’s lost her reason this time.
Cody Aberton has never seen anyone fuss with President Ashton and come out on top.
There hasn’t been anyone in the past, but now there’s a Ms. Joanna.
However, Rebecca is not Ms. Joanna.
So, Mr. Ashton will not indulge her.
Mr. Ashton’s patience and good temper are reserved for Ms. Joanna.
Biting her lip, Rebecca’s pale face was once again wet with tears; before leaving, she cast a deep, hateful look at Joanna Lawrence.
Once Cody and Rebecca left, Ashton Heath pulled up the chair and held Joanna in his arms.
"I didn’t know she was coming." he volunteered to explain why Rebecca appeared here. "An hour ago, she told me she was coming to see me, but I refused. I didn’t think she would still come."
"What did she say to you when I wasn’t around?"
The man lowered his deep black eyes, revealing a hint of tension that wasn’t easy to detect.
"Didn’t you hear everything?" Joanna blinked, leaned against his chest, and listened to his strong heartbeat, joking, "You said you’ve already rejected her; she should understand your meaning. But I don’t think she does."
"No." Ashton replied without hesitation. "I will never lie to you. Every word I say to you is true. I did reject her. But I can’t control her thoughts and decisions."
"All I know is, no matter what she thinks, it doesn’t concern me. My wife will only be you. No one else is worthy of being a young lady of the Heath family."
When the man’s dark and gentle gaze stared into her eyes, Joanna heard her heartbeat speed up.
"Did you really never like Rebecca before?" She hesitated for a few seconds before asking curiously.
From her perspective as a woman, Joanna thought Rebecca was indeed outstanding.
She is the kind of woman who can easily win men’s hearts.
With a beautiful appearance, a privileged background and a degree from a prestigious university, she was also a renowned fashion designer.
In every aspect, she seems well-matched for Ashton Heath.
Not to mention, they grew up together.
Ashton never had feelings for her?
Actually, Joanna was just curious when asking these questions.
She had no other intentions.
But Ashton detected a hint of testing him and immediately clarified their relationship. He firmly denied, "No, she’s not my type. I have only friendly feelings for her."
"She’s not your type?" Joanna was somewhat surprised by this answer and became even more curious. "Someone with her qualifications is almost perfect, yet you don’t like her? Then what type do you like?"
As soon as she asked, she felt a scorching gaze falling on her head.
"Baby, you’re my type." Ashton pinched her chin, raised it slightly, and his caring, passionate eyes met hers. "I waited more than twenty years to find you, don’t you understand my feelings? Don’t worry, Rebecca will never be a threat to you."
A blush crept onto Joanna’s face: "I—I wasn’t worried..."
Who said she was worried about Rebecca?