He didn’t allow any woman to come near her even a little, but what about himself?
Didn’t he also have female friends?
Even a childhood sweetheart he had known for over twenty years.
Was he justifying himself to have double standards?
The more Joanna Lawrence thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt and tears began to flow uncontrollably.
Gary White was such a proud man.
Arbitrarily scolded by him, and it was because of her he scolded, tomorrow, she probably didn’t need to go to the film crew anymore.
Feeling disillusioned, she pulled back the hand that was about to snatch his phone, wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, turned around, not wanting to deal with him anymore.
Whatever he wants to do, let him do it.
After all, she couldn’t stop him.
But thinking about the role she had luckily got which suddenly vanished, which was caused by his inexplicable jealousy, she felt extremely wronged and sad.
At this moment, she really... hated Ashton Heath to death.
Ashton Heath was threatening Gary White, but suddenly heard a sob behind him. He turned around to see Joanna Lawrence sitting on the bed wiping her tears, her eyes swollen from crying. He was stunned and immediately panicked.
He didn’t care about making any threats anymore, tossed his phone away, and immediately turned around and walked over.
As soon as he opened his mouth, Joanna Lawrence choked up and said, "Ashton Heath, do you wish that there wouldn’t be a man by my side? Only then will you feel at ease with me? Do you wish I stay at home and not go anywhere, so you would be satisfied?"
The girl’s voice was no longer as sweet as before, nor as affectionate.
Ashton Heath heard a hint of indifference and distance in her words.
He clenched his fist, his heart becoming increasingly flustered: "I didn’t mean it that way."
Why did she start crying?
When did she start crying?
In the bathroom earlier, when he was pushing her too far, she cried.
But at that time, her tears only excited and thrilled him, making him want to tease her more.
Her tears now, however, filled him with panic.
Large droplets of tears slid from her eyes and splashed onto her porcelain-white, baby-soft face.
Ashton Heath reached out to wipe her tears, but she turned her head away to avoid his hand, not giving him a look.
Her intent to distance herself was very clear.
"Baby..." Ashton Heath’s hand froze halfway, and after a while, he slowly withdrew it. His voice was strained as he said, "I’m sorry, I was wrong. Don’t cry anymore. Let me call him right now to explain that it was all a misunderstanding, okay?"
"Actually, you don’t need to worry. I’ve known Gary White for many years. He won’t... take my words just now seriously, and he won’t take it out on you because of it. You TV series, I promise that you can smoothly finish shooting it, okay?"
"I was blindsided by jealousy. I admit that I wasn’t rational, and I got a bit carried away. However, precisely because I understand Gary White, I feel that he towards you..." He stopped here.
She was angry at the moment.
He was afraid that if he said those words, she would get even more angry.
"In any case, making you cry is my fault." Ashton Heath turned around, picked up the phone he had thrown on the table, and then slowly walked back to her.
"What can I do to make you stop being angry? Can I call him again and apologize to him?"