It was a pink elastic band with a ribbon bow.
From a glance, it was clearly an item women used.
Joanna Lawrence lifted his wrist and looked at it, nodding her head repeatedly, "Wearing this symbolizes that you’re taken. No other woman would dare try to make a pass at you, you shouldn’t take it off, okay?"
Ashton Heath looked down at the pink bracelet on his wrist, his sensual thin lips curving up slightly in pleasure at her words, ’You’re taken’: "Okay, I’ll wear it always."
Did she make him wear this bracelet out of fear that other women might approach him when she’s not around?
So, did that mean she had started caring for him?
Was he no longer insignificant to her?
This realization suddenly filled him with joy.
In the driver’s seat.
Cody Aberton heaved a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, Ms. Joanna didn’t act spoiled and force President Ashton to accompany her without considering the circumstances. If she did, President Ashton would certainly have agreed.
The situation at the company... would be terrible then.
Cody Aberton glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the pink leather bracelet on Ashton Heath’s wrist. His mouth twitched. He felt like his views were collapsing.
President Ashton... actually agreed to wear it willingly?
Plus, judging by his satisfied expression, not only did he agree willingly, he seemed truly happy.
But it’s a pink elastic band!
Would such a cold and lofty man as President Ashton really feel okay wearing a woman’s bracelet on his wrist?
Was this really the President Ashton he knew?
Now he doubted more and more if the real President Ashton had somehow travelled to another world.
And the soul within this President Ashton now seemed also to be from another world.
Otherwise, how could they be so different?
The President Ashton he used to know was not !
Upon arriving at the filming location, Joanna Lawrence was kissed by Ashton Heath inside the car for nearly ten minutes before he let her get out.
When she got out of the car, her legs were somewhat weak.
Her face was embarrassingly red, as were her lips.
At first glance, she looked as if she had just been passionately loved.
She stood by the roadside, waiting for Ashton Heath’s car to drive away before turning and walking down another road.
With only a few steps taken, a black Ferrari drove past her and then slowly stopped beside her.
A familiar face got out.
Joanna Lawrence looked over and greeted him, "Good morning, Mr. Allenson."
The person who got out was Maddox Allenson.
When he saw Joanna, he paused. He looked at her flushed swollen lips and paused again. A hint of melancholy then flickered in his eyes.
Yesterday, he had been wondering whether or not to recklessly fall in love.
But today, he didn’t even have the chance to do so.
Looking at the young girl in front of him, he still had his heart moved.
But he had to suppress his feelings, reminding himself over and over again that she was taken.
No matter how much he liked her, he had to restrain his emotions and not show them in front of her.
He didn’t want her to know.
He didn’t want to trouble her.
But this was really hard.
To like someone, yet force oneself to act as if one’s heart was not moved was much harder than acting.
"Good Morning." Maddox Allenson, struggling with the bitterness in his heart, hesitated before he asked casually as if starting a small talk, "Ms. Joanna, is that man from last night... your boyfriend?"