"Alright, alright, let’s eat first." Knowing that teasing her any further would really upset this little kitten in his arms, Ashton Heath decided to stop, "But I don’t want to go out to eat, let’s just stay in the room, we can order some takeout."
"Well, can you at least let me turn on the lights first..."
"Go to my room." Ashton Heath’s long arm pulled her in, hugging her waist as he led her out, "I booked a room, yours is too small."
Joanna Lawrence didn’t say anything, and followed him out.
Actually, her room wasn’t small at all.
But for Ashton Heath, it might really be too small.
This man only stayed in presidential suites while traveling.
When they arrived upstairs,
Ashton Heath unlocked the door and led Joanna Lawrence into the room, letting go of her hand once inside.
When Joanna Lawrence walked into the living room, she saw him holding a bouquet of pink roses and walking toward her.
As he approached her, he handed her the flowers, "On my way here, I passed by a flower shop and bought a bouquet."
Joanna Lawrence took the flowers from his hand, finding it a bit funny inside.
Ashton Heath really was a typical straight man.
He had given her flowers before, and she had shown that she liked them, so now he would always give her the same kind.
Moreover, it was always the same unchanging pink roses.
In fact, she liked many other flowers besides pink roses.
"Thank you, husband. I really like them." Though it was a typical straight man’s move, Joanna Lawrence still tiptoed and gave him a light kiss on his cheek.
He thought of buying her flowers when passing by a flower shop.
This meant that she was always on his mind.
The feeling of constantly being in someone’s thoughts was wonderful.
As she was about to pull away, Ashton Heath embraced her and tightened his grip around her waist. He lowered his head, his warm breath brushing against her cheeks, "What did you just call me? I didn’t hear clearly, say it again."
He loved the way she called him ’husband’ with such a soft and delicate voice.
Joanna Lawrence glared at him with a smile, "You didn’t mishear, you definitely heard it clearly."
"I didn’t." Ashton Heath denied, blatantly lying with his eyes wide open, and yet looking serious, "I really didn’t hear it clearly. Baby, can you say it again, please?"
As the man held her too tightly, Joanna Lawrence pushed him away, "Ashton Heath, let go of me, I need to put down the flowers."
"Say it, and then I’ll let you go."
Ashton Heath refused to loosen his grip, his handsome face coming closer to hers, his breath becoming hotter, "You just called me that earlier, why are you shy now?"
Joanna Lawrence stared at him with amusement, "Didn’t you just say you didn’t hear it clearly?"
"Mm, not very clearly, but it seemed like you just called me ’husband’? Baby, tell me, did I mishear?"
The man’s face drew closer and closer to hers.
His handsome, deep features gradually loomed larger in her eyes.
Feeling his increasingly scorching breath, Joanna Lawrence’s heart skipped a beat. Raising her head to meet his darkening gaze, panic arose within her, and she placed her hand on his chest, hurriedly calling out, "Husband!"
She was truly scared.
Last night, she could feel that he had been suppressing his desires.
He obviously wanted to touch her but was always holding back.
Surely restraining himself like that must have been uncomfortable.
Seeing his expression now, Joanna Lawrence’s legs suddenly felt weak.
She thought... she hadn’t fully recovered yet.