Ashton Heath raised his deep, dark pupils to look at her, and his handsome face softened a little bit more than before.
It was evident that he was pleased by her remark just now.
A hint of a smile flashed in his eyes, but he still kept a straight face, "I didn’t ask you for it."
"Yes, yes, yes." Joanna Lawrence continued to hold back laughter as she coaxed the prideful man, "You didn’t ask me for it, but I wanted to buy it for you."
"Getting me something expensive?"
"Yes, something expensive. I’ll choose the most expensive one."
"I didn’t force you."
"Yes, yes, yes, you didn’t force me. I did it willingly."
"Then, as you say, we’ll go shopping later." By the time Ashton said this, a shallow smile filled his eyes while the corners of his lips began to curl up.
He reached out to pull Joanna onto his lap, and as he held her, he opened a file. "You’ll keep me company while I finish reading these last few documents, and then I can get off work."
Joanna twisted in his arms and adjusted to a more comfortable sitting position before she wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. "Will this affect your work?" she asked.
The girl in his arms was fragrant and soft.
Her enticing sweetness lingered at his nose, and it was impossible to say that it had no effect on him.
Holding her always made him restless and wanting to do something else.
Yet, the feeling of holding her was so wonderful that he couldn’t bear to let her go.
He took a deep breath, resisting the heat caused by her earlier squirming, and his voice lowered, sounding a bit hoarse, "Baby, you won’t have any impact on me as long as you don’t move around in my arms."
"Otherwise, if you squirm a little more, I might not be able to guarantee what will happen later."
As if to prove his words, a very honest reaction took place at a certain part of his body.
Joanna, sitting on his lap, instantly felt it.
Her face flushed with heat, and she froze in his arms, not daring to move again.
Last night... this man had tormented her for far too long.
Moreover, he had tried various tricks to torture her, and even now, her legs were still weak and sore.
She didn’t want to be tormented again before she had fully recovered...
A private club, the Luxe Lounge.
Inside the ancient-style courtyard, with its traditional decorations, sat a young, handsome, and charming man in a pavilion.
Around the pavilion was a pond filled with pink lotus flowers.
The man leaned against the red railing, holding a bag of fish food. His slender, jade-like fingers pinched some fish food from a porcelain bowl and threw it into the pond, attracting a swarm of fish to scramble for it.
On a nearby stone table, there were exquisite coffee utensils. The barista of the Luxe Lounge poured water from a purple clay pot into a coffee cup, and as the hot water poured in, the enticing coffee fragrance rose enveloping in wisps of Yvonne White, spreading all around.
The air was filled with refreshing and pleasant coffee fragrances.
As the barista carefully served the coffee to the man who was feeding the fish, he respectfully said, "Mr. Parker, please have a taste."
Frank Parker tossed more fish food into the pond before turning around and taking a wet towel handed to him by a server to wipe his hands.
After wiping his hands, he took the cup of coffee.
He had just taken a sip when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching.
The footsteps stopped after reaching the pavilion.
A respectful voice said, "Mr. Parker, Mr. Benjamin has arrived."
Frank lazily raised his eyes, his gaze resting on the apprehensive figure of Benjamin Lawrence. He curled his lips.