My Secret Billionaire Husband
Chapter 117 - 119: It’s my fault, I shouldn’t be overly suspicious

Chapter 117: Chapter 119: It’s my fault, I shouldn’t be overly suspicious

She just stared at him without saying a word.

Tears clung to her long, thick eyelashes, and as she blinked, they fell onto her beautiful, delicate face.

Ashton Heath had never been moved by a woman’s tears before.

It even annoyed him.

If anyone tried to use tears to gain his pity, they would only achieve the opposite effect.

Even Yannick Luther had complained more than once that Ashton’s heart was made of stone, too cold and hard.

Not a single woman could warm him up.

But at this moment, Ashton realized he wasn’t immune to a woman’s tears after all.

Looking at the girl with red-rimmed eyes and a face full of grievance in his arms, he felt a tinge of heartache for the first time.

Without much hesitation, he apologized: "You’re crying? Because you think I doubted you? Baby, I’m sorry, I take back everything I just said. Pretend I never said anything, and don’t be mad at me, okay?"

Ashton Heath had never known what it felt like to be flustered.

But as he watched tears silently well up and fall from Joanna Lawrence’s eyes one by one, he felt that for the first time.

His slender fingers awkwardly wiped the tears from her eyes. As his fingertips touched her warm, wet tears, he felt another wave of confusion and irritation.

His apology seemed to make the girl cry harder.

The tears fell like beads from a broken necklace, constantly sliding out of her eyes.

Each hot tear that splashed onto his hand burned his heart as well.

"Joanna, stop crying." After feeling that he couldn’t console the girl in his arms, Ashton Heath’s brows furrowed in helplessness and regret. Grasping her tear-soaked face, he asked with a frown, "Tell me, what do I have to do for you to stop being mad at me?"

"I didn’t really doubt you; I believe you wouldn’t betray me."

Joanna tearfully looked at him. The more he tried to appease her in a low voice, the more wronged she felt in her heart.

Her eyes were full of accusation, her crying voice hoarse. Choking on her words, she said, "But you did doubt me! Wasn’t that what you meant by your words, that you thought David Benington and I had arranged to meet there beforehand?"

"Ashton Heath, do you know how much I hate it when people don’t trust me? If you think I still have feelings for David, we might as well just divorce. Since you don’t trust me, what’s the point of us staying together?"

Hearing the word "divorce," Ashton Heath’s face suddenly darkened.

He was about to lose his temper, but the sight of the crying girl in his arms instantly extinguished his anger.

It turned into a sigh of helplessness and annoyance.

If he had known earlier that she would cry like this, he never would have asked that question.

The slender, fair fingers of the man gently wiped away the moisture at the corner of her eye once more.

He put his arms around her gently and softened his voice, letting out a low sigh: "Alright, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have been paranoid."

His admission of guilt led to an even more aggrieved complaint from the girl: "Of course, it’s your fault."

"Yes, it’s my fault." At this moment, other than appeasing her and agreeing with her, Ashton Heath didn’t know what else to do.

He had no experience in soothing women.

For the first time in his life, he was humbling himself so much to soothe a woman, only to fail to do so.

And he felt deeply frustrated.