My Secret Billionaire Husband
Chapter 180 - 182: I Don’t Like Timid Women

Chapter 180: Chapter 182: I Don’t Like Timid Women

He leaned against her forehead, panting heavily.

The arm wrapped around her waist tightened, and he said in a hoarse voice, "You’ve been taught so many times, yet you still haven’t learned how to breathe properly? It seems we’ll have to practice more often in the future."

Joanna Lawrence: "..."

They already practiced frequently enough, alright!

Every time he saw her, he kissed her.

He had become a kissing maniac.

And every time he kissed her so deeply, she felt that he would kiss her to death!

Zack, sitting in the front, saw this scene, kept his eyes on his nose, his nose on his lips, and secretly laughed.

How nice.

It seemed that Mr. Ashton’s problems were completely cured now.

Now, not only can he touch women, but he also has no issues with intimate actions.

Thanks to Ms. Joanna.

*

Ten minutes later.

The black Rolls-Royce stopped outside a private club.

As soon as Ashton Heath got out of the car, he reached out and held Joanna Lawrence’s hand.

Joanna had just tried to struggle, but felt him holding her hand even tighter.

With the manager’s lead, he walked with her into the Luxe Lounge.

As they walked, he said to her, "Grady and Rebecca Kelloway are already here, waiting for us in the private room."

Joanna was a little nervous.

All of them knew each other, and she was the only stranger at the party.

She didn’t know if her presence would be good or bad, or if it would affect them.

And his friends...

Though he said there was no need to worry too much, she couldn’t help but worry.

"Um..." She bit her lip and tugged on his sleeve.

"Hmm?" Ashton Heath looked down at her.

"You said this meeting is to welcome your friend, so shouldn’t we buy a gift for her?"

Coming empty-handed made her feel a little embarrassed.

"No need." Ashton Heath said indifferently, "She’s not an outsider, so there’s no need to be so formal."

They stopped outside a private room, led by the club manager.

The door was ajar.

As they walked over, Joanna heard a woman’s delicate laughter from inside: "Grady, are you trying to die? You must be itching for trouble!"

"Stop, Ms. Rebecca, I can’t take your iron palm strike!"

"You and your iron palm strike!"

Again, the door was ajar.

"When is Ashton coming? Should we call him?"

"I just sent him a message on Twitter, he should be here soon. Oh, and Ashton told us to behave ourselves when Ms. Joanna arrives, so we don’t scare her off the first time we meet."

"Hmph." A scoffing sound came from a young man with a voice that was gorgeous and pleasant to hear but with a hint of cold indifference, "As if we’re that scary. If she’s that timid, she shouldn’t even come."

"I certainly don’t like timid women."

"When did Ashton start liking weak and useless women?"

"Frank, say that in front of us, but never in front of Ashton and Ms. Joanna. You know Ashton, he’s fiercely protective of the people he cares about. If you say something like that about his wife, he might turn against you."

"Hmph." The young man with the gorgeous voice scoffed again, laughing coldly, "If he’s willing to give up his brotherhood for a woman he barely knows, so be it. I don’t care."

"Frank." The woman’s voice sounded again, "Isn’t your behavior also giving up important people for someone unimportant?"