My Secret Billionaire Husband
Chapter 230 - 232: Don’t even think about it, I don’t want it!

Chapter 230: Chapter 232: Don’t even think about it, I don’t want it!

The man’s eyes were deep, and when he said those words, his gaze was gentle.

Even if there was a clear sense of possession in his eyes, such a gentle gaze was enough to make one’s heart race.

Joanna’s heartbeat quickened, and it seemed as if some emotion was pressing at the bottom of her heart, about to burst out: "And, and what about you?"

"Hmm?"

She took a deep breath, facing his gaze head-on: "You just said that I can only be your woman, but what about you..."

Ashton Heath understood her meaning.

The man’s sexy and alluring thin lips curved into a captivating arc. Pinching her chin gently and lifting it up, his hot and moist breath fell onto her lips: "Baby, both my body and my heart belong to you alone. For the rest of my life."

*

After a long and lingering deep kiss, Joanna’s body went limp and collapsed into Ashton Heath’s arms.

The man’s dark eyes stared at her red and swollen lips from kissing,

especially in a situation like this.

The girl’s soft and fragrant body was in his embrace, her tender lips kissed red and swollen, and her eyes were looking at him fuzzily.

She didn’t even realize that at this moment, she was practically "inviting" him to "commit a crime" against her.

If it weren’t for her period.

No matter what, he wouldn’t hold back any longer.

But Ashton Heath wasn’t a complete beast, after all.

Even if he desired Joanna so much that it drove him mad, he still desperately suppressed his desires.

He held the girl in his arms tighter, his chin rubbing gently against the top of her head, and his breath was still somewhat rapid.

"Baby, how many days until your period is over?"

The man’s voice was hoarse, and he asked somewhat stuffily.

A delicious feast was right in front of him, and he could only look but not taste...

This feeling was too unbearable.

Joanna’s heartbeat was still rapid, not yet steadying. Her face flushed, she whispered, "Four or five days, I reckon."

"So long?" The man frowned in dissatisfaction.

Joanna: "..."

Was four or five days considered long?

A lot of people had a whole week to deal with.

"Fine." After a few seconds, a helpless voice sounded above her head, "I’ll wait another week then. You won’t have any other relatives coming again next time, right?"

"..."

What other relatives could she have!

"Baby..."

A few seconds later, the man’s deep and hoarse voice seemed to contain restraint, as he suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered something to her.

Joanna’s face instantly turned crimson, even her ears turned red.

Looking scared, her eyes widened, and she pushed him with a mix of embarrassment and anger: "You... you hooligan! Don’t even think about it, I don’t want it!"

"Baby..."

Ashton Heath chuckled lowly, looking at her delicate earlobe that was as red as coral. He blew a breath into her ear, his deep voice bewitching and coaxing, "Just this once. Consider it as pampering and pampering your husband, okay?"

"Do you really want to see me suffer like this?"

Joanna was held in his arms, with herself sitting on top of him.

She could feel it entirely.

Instead, it was as if she had received some sort of stimulus, making her even more afraid.

She was a bit frightened, biting her lip and weakly called out, "Ashton Heath..."