"How did I know?" Ashton Heath raised his eyebrows, helping her finish her unfinished sentence.
Joanna Lawrence: "... Yeah."
Is she being too obvious?
"Because I am your husband and the person who knows you best in this world." Ashton Heath turned around, crouched down in front of her, and said to Joanna, who was still standing there with a surprised face, "What are you waiting for? Get on my back. I’ll carry you back."
Joanna Lawrence hesitated for a moment: "You’re going to carry me?"
"Isn’t your foot hurting?" Ashton Heath glanced at her, "Get on."
Joanna Lawrence’s foot did hurt a little.
But it wasn’t so bad that she couldn’t walk.
She looked down at the man crouching in front of her, feeling a rush of sweetness in her heart. She walked over and gently placed her hands on his shoulders.
Ashton Heath slowly lifted her up as she leaned on his back.
Joanna Lawrence leaned against his back, her hands hooked around his neck, and happily said, "Ashton Heath, can I ask you a question?"
Ashton Heath slowly walked back with her on his back.
It was late at night, and there were hardly any people on the streets.
All around was quiet.
The steady sound of the man’s footsteps resonated through the night, like a constant beat on Joanna’s heart.
At this moment, Joanna Lawrence’s heart was incredibly soft.
She pursed her lips and casually asked, "Have you ever carried anyone else before?"
After asking, she eagerly awaited his answer.
"Never." Ashton Heath answered without hesitation, "You’re the first one."
"Oh..." A smile crept onto Joanna Lawrence’s lips, and she pursed her lips again to casually ask, "If someone asked you to carry them in the future, would you do it?"
"Hmm? Baby, who are you talking about?"
"Like your friends or something..."
"Are you talking about the opposite sex?"
"Err..." Joanna Lawrence was too embarrassed to admit it.
Ashton Heath curled his lips: "Don’t worry, besides you, I won’t let any other woman touch my body. Baby, only you can touch and enjoy my body."
The word "enjoy" made his voice lower and huskier.
Joanna Lawrence’s face instantly turned red, and she didn’t speak anymore.
Ashton Heath, this hooligan!
Half an hour later, Ashton Heath carried Joanna Lawrence back to the hotel.
After getting in the car, Joanna Lawrence closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.
At first, she intended to avoid Ashton Heath’s advances by pretending to sleep, but then she genuinely fell asleep.
Upon arriving at the hotel, Ashton Heath parked the car and saw her sleeping peacefully.
He gently called out, "Baby."
Joanna Lawrence kept her eyes closed, not responding.
Ashton Heath couldn’t bear to wake her up. He thought for a moment, unbuckled her seatbelt, and carried her out of the car.
He had already checked into the presidential suite at Joanna Lawrence’s hotel when he arrived.
The elevator went directly to the 38th floor presidential suite. When they reached the 38th floor, Ashton Heath walked out of the elevator carrying Joanna Lawrence.
The elevator on the other side also stopped.
The elevator doors opened, and Maddox Allenson and his agent, Mike, who had just finished having a late-night snack, walked out.
They encountered Ashton Heath carrying Joanna Lawrence.
Joanna Lawrence was still wearing Ashton Heath’s oversized suit jacket. Her face was buried in his chest, her long hair draping down, covering half of her exposed face.
At first, Maddox Allenson didn’t notice Ashton Heath.