"What’s there to be afraid of?" Ashton Heath looked at the panicked girl in his arms, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he pinched her chin and bit her lips gently, his voice husky. "Am I going to eat you? I’m just asking you to call me ’husband,’ and you’re this scared?"
"Ashton Heath..." Joanna Lawrence looked at him pitifully. "I’m so tired. I want to rest early tonight."
So, don’t bother her!
Her small body couldn’t handle his antics for now.
The man chuckled again, amused by her pitiful appearance, but also finding it funny. "I didn’t say I was going to do anything. Or are you hinting that I should do something? Actually, after flying around all day, I’m tired too, and I want to rest early. But if you really want it, baby, I could..."
"No, I don’t want to."
Joanna immediately covered his mouth with her hand. "Since I’m tired and you’re tired, let’s rest early. Hurry up and have someone send something up. I’ll go take a bath first."
"A bath?" Ashton Heath raised an eyebrow, his burning lips touching her palm. "Do you want to do it together? I can help you scrub your back..."
"... I’ll wash by myself!"
"Alright." The man seemed a bit regretful and sighed lightly. "If you change your mind, you can call me anytime."
After her bath, Joanna saw Ashton Heath standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, talking on the phone.
His figure was tall and slender, dressed in a black robe. His silhouette by the window was captivating.
As she approached him from behind, she heard him say a name coldly: "Rebecca Kelloway? You should ask her what she’s done. I don’t know what’s going on between her and Frank. You’re asking the wrong person."
"Sentiment? It’s only because of our many years of sentiment that I haven’t pursued this. Otherwise, do you think the matter would end ?"
"No one can touch her, no matter who it is. I’m putting it out there today. Even if it’s you, if you dare to hurt her, I’ll turn my face against you. Grady, if you’re pleading for her, don’t bother, I can’t forgive her."
"Because she has made an unforgivable mistake. A chance? I gave her one, but she didn’t take it seriously."
"Enough, I don’t want to hear it anymore. Don’t call me if you’re going to plead for her again."
Ashton Heath hung up the phone,
With a gloomy expression, he turned around and saw fresh-from-the-bath Joanna standing behind him. The icy demeanor on his face seemed to melt instantly, his gaze warming.
He gently pulled her over, noting her still-damp hair and leading her to the edge of the bed. "Wait here, I’ll go get the hairdryer."
Soon, he returned with the hairdryer, adjusted the settings, and stood by the bed to dry her hair.
Joanna sat on the edge of the bed, obediently letting him blow-dry her hair.
She realized that ever since she married Ashton Heath, he had always been the one to dry her hair whenever they were together.
At first, she felt uncomfortable with it.
But now, waiting for him to help her dry her hair had become a habit.
Her hair was soft, smooth, and silky, feeling like silk when held in the hand.
Ashton Heath pinched a strand of her hair between his fingers, not wanting to let it go even after it was almost dry.
"Ashton Heath, can I ask you a question?" Joanna thought about the conversation she had just overheard. After hesitating for a bit, she decided to ask him outright so she could get some clarity.