"No, only I can be Ashton’s wife. I’m the one who will ultimately stand by his side. It’s me, not Joanna Lawrence!"
Joanna Lawrence left her room after tidying up, bumping into Nina who had just stepped out of another room.
When Nina saw her, her face reddened instantly, and she greeted her somewhat awkwardly, "Uh, Good morning, Joanna."
Joanna hadn’t noticed Nina’s unease. She covered her mouth and yawned, languidly saying, "I’m going down for breakfast, want to join us?"
"No, I’ll grab something later, don’t want to be a third wheel and disturb you and your boyfriend". Nina glanced at several new red marks on Joanna’s neck, with a face full of words to say but holding back, "uh, Joanna..."
"Hmm?" Joanna gave her a look.
"Er..." Nina glanced again at her neck, then quickly walked up to her, leaned in, and said in a low voice, "You should hide the hickeys on your neck with something. It’s not good if people see it."
After all, she was an actress.
Going out with a neck full of hickeys was too noticeable, too ostentatious.
And, the outside world didn’t know that she had a boyfriend yet.
The company also wanted her to keep it quiet for now, not to go public.
These hickeys...couldn’t be seen by anyone else.
"What?" Joanna paused.
Nina pointed at her neck, "Joanna, there are a lot of strawberries on your neck. These... should all be strawberries, right?"
Although as a single woman who even had her first kiss preserved, she had no experience in these matters.
But she also knew a thing or two without actually experiencing it.
And, last night... she heard some strange noises.
So yes, it was undoubtedly hickeys,
"Strawberries?" Joanna froze again for a few seconds, took out her phone, and used the camera to look at them.
When she saw the numerous hickeys on her neck, her pale face immediately blushed.
She hadn’t noticed when she washed up this morning.
She had no idea she had so many hickeys on her neck.
That brute, Ashton Heath!
Last night, she was so distracted by him that she forgot to mention these things, but even if she forgot, he should have known on his own.
Knowing she had to film today, he still gave her so many hickeys on her neck.
If it was winter, she could hide them with a scarf.
But now it was summer.
What was she supposed to do?
Joanna noticed a prominent red mark on her neck, the more she watched, the angrier she got.
"Baby, I’m all set, we can go out now."
As she was fuming, she saw the perpetrator casually walk out of the room.
He was dressed in all black from head to toe, exuding a strong sense of restraint. His straight, long legs wrapped in black trousers as he slowly walked towards her with an elegant stride.
He kept his head down, fastening the buttons on his shirt cuffs.
After a few, he reached his hand towards her after reaching her side, his voice low and sexy, "Baby, help me with this."
Joanna thought about the hickeys, and stared at him displeased, motionless.
"Hmm?" Ashton Heath quirked his eyebrow as if confused, "What’s wrong?"
Joanna didn’t answer, just kept staring at him.
Ashton Heath was even more bewildered, "Baby, what’s wrong? Who made you upset?"