But he still left them.
And he left many of them.
He had his own selfish reasons.
These marks were the brand he had left on her.
He had chosen the most visible spot to plant these exclusive marks.
He wanted all the men who coveted her to see them.
This woman was already taken and if they had any ideas, they should dismiss them.
"Three days?" Joanna felt like she was going to explode. "I’ve only been with the film crew for a few days, and you’re making me take three days off. Ashton Heath, are you doing this on purpose?"
She was seriously doubting that this man did it on purpose.
Knowing that she still had filming to do, he had left so many marks on her neck.
And they were all in very conspicuous places.
She couldn’t even cover them up with her hair.
Thinking about it made her want to die of anger.
"Baby, don’t be angry."
Ashton, of course, would not admit that he did it on purpose. He reached out and hugged the girl with round eyes and puffy cheeks, who was staring at him angrily, and softened his voice to coax her. "I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself last night. I’ll be more careful in the future."
"If you don’t want to take a leave, what do you want to do?"
Joanna didn’t really want to get angry with him.
Who could she blame for this situation?
But last night, didn’t she forget to remind him too?
Speaking of which, she didn’t completely resist his temptation and didn’t refuse him thoroughly, otherwise, he wouldn’t have succeeded.
"Ashton Heath, how can you be so annoying?"
Although it wasn’t entirely his fault, it was mostly his fault.
Joanna still felt aggrieved and punched him twice in the chest. Her fist pounded on his solid muscles, "You’re so annoying."
As she vented her anger, Ashton continued to coax her gently. "Okay, okay, I’m annoying. It’s my fault. I didn’t think things through. Baby, you can vent your anger however you like. You can hit me or scold me as much as you want, just don’t hurt your body."
"Otherwise, I would feel heartbroken."
The more gentle he was, the more Joanna felt like making a fuss. She knocked him a few more times on the chest, gritted her teeth, and said, "Why are your muscles so hard? Did you stuff them with rocks? My hand hurts now."
"Did baby’s hand get hurt?"
Ashton lifted the corner of his mouth and caught her little hand. He raised it to his lips and gently exhaled, "Let me blow on it for you."
His warm breath was like a gentle breeze, blowing on Joanna’s hand.
As the man blew on her hand, he gently massaged the reddish area on her hand.
After blowing and rubbing for a while, he looked at her with adoring eyes, "Does it still hurt?"
Who could resist such a tender attack?
No matter how much anger she had in her heart, it disappeared like smoke.
It had to be said that Ashton Heath really knew how to please women.
Each time she surrendered to his gentle attack, whatever anger she had towards him quickly vanished.
"Hmph, don’t think I’ll forgive you just because you’re being so attentive." She was still trying to act tough verbally.
She didn’t want him to think that it was too easy to please her.
"Baby, how can you call this being attentive?" Ashton let out a low, pleasant chuckle in his throat, lowered his head, and gently rubbed her head. "I’m doing this because I love you."