"No." Ashton Heath’s eyes slowly filled with a smile.
She didn’t know that he wasn’t a person who lacked confidence.
In fact, it was only when he encountered things related to her that he would feel a sense of losing control and become insecure.
Because he thought she was too good, way too good.
Head to toe, she was full of virtues.
Being so wonderful, it was only natural that everyone would like her.
The more people who liked her, the more threatened he felt.
"In my eyes, my husband is the best and first in the world. No one can compare to him." Joanna Lawrence decided to say some sweet words to give someone a dose of reassurance, to steady him, and to boost his confidence.
So that he wouldn’t keep doubting this and that.
She rolled her eyes, searching her mind for various sweet nothings, and after finding them, she poured them all out at him: "Other men... can’t even compare to a single strand of your hair; how could I ever be interested in them?"
As she spoke, she felt the gaze on her face become scorching. Looking up, she met a pair of fiery, dark, and deep eyes.
She was all too familiar with this stare.
She subconsciously tightened the towel around her body, the aching sensation at the base of her thighs making her fearfully say, "Ashton Heath, I have to get up early tomorrow, I am really tired now..."
The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Baby, I haven’t thought about doing anything. Don’t worry, I won’t touch you again today."
Joanna looked at him with a mixture of doubt and belief.
Every time he said this, the result was...
Ashton Heath sat down beside her, tenderly wrapping his arm around her and pulling her into his embrace. His hand stroked gently on top of her head, whispering into her ear, "Were the things you just said from your heart?"
The man’s body was also burning hot.
But the hand around her waist was very well-behaved and didn’t wander.
Joanna felt slightly more at ease, moving closer to him and resting her head on his chest. Listening to his heartbeat, she answered: "Yes, they were from my heart."
"You just said that you would only like me from now on?"
"So..." Ashton Heath took a deep breath, his hand stroking her hair gradually moving to her chin. He pinched her chin and raised it slightly, looking deeply into her eyes, "Can I understand it as you have already started to like me?"
Joanna’s gaze unswervingly met his, and under his slightly nervous anticipation, she gently nodded: "Yes, you can understand it that way."
She, in fact, had fallen for him long ago.
When did it all begin?
She couldn’t remember, but perhaps it was from the moment he earnestly promised, in front of her and Jeremy Lawrence, that he would take care of the two of them and be their rock.
That warmth touched her heart.
His many actions began occupying more and more space in her heart.
She was just an ordinary girl.
Having met such an excellent man who treated her so well, unless her heart was made of stone, how could she possibly not be moved?
At the moment she nodded, the man’s handsome face magnified in front of her eyes. His warm, moist lips landed softly and gently kissed her.
This kiss was neither intense nor lasting.
He just gently sucked on her lips for a moment before pulling away.