My Secret Billionaire Husband
Chapter 336 - 338: Do you want to help me?

Chapter 336: Chapter 338: Do you want to help me?

Laying hands on him would surely hurt their brotherly bond.

No matter what Frank Parker said or did, they were friends for so many years. This time things got out of hand, and it must have been difficult for him too.

"It has nothing to do with you." Ashton Heath reached out and touched her head, his deep eyes slightly narrowed, and his voice gentle, "Don’t overthink it. If I don’t stand up for you at that time, am I still your husband?"

"Would you want to find someone like that as your husband?"

Joanna Lawrence thought seriously for a moment, then gently shook her head.

If Ashton had stood up for her at that time, although she might not say anything, she would definitely feel uncomfortable in her heart.

But if he stood up for her, he’d inevitably offend his friends.

With his wife on one side and his longtime brothers on the other, it was a difficult position for him.

If only all his friends liked her.

Then he wouldn’t be so torn.

But Joanna knew clearly that this was impossible.

Rebecca Kelloway already regarded her as a love rival and disliked her in various ways.

As for Frank Parker...

To this day, Joanna couldn’t figure out why he disliked her.

His hostility towards her was inexplicable.

Could it be...

Joanna suddenly thought of a possibility, her face slightly changing. She raised her head, looking at Ashton Heath with a strange expression.

"Baby, what’s wrong?"

Joanna stared at him with that strange look for a long time, her mouth twitching. She shook her head: "No, nothing."

It shouldn’t be, right?

Frank Parker looked normal, and he didn’t seem to have that kind of inclination.

"Are you sleepy?"

Although Ashton felt she wasn’t telling the truth, he didn’t continue to ask. He reached out and wrapped her waist, slowly walking upstairs with her in his arms: "Let’s go upstairs and sleep a bit."

Joanna was indeed a bit sleepy, so she nodded: "Mm."

*

They entered the bedroom.

Ashton directly picked up Joanna horizontally and carried her to the bed, gently placing her down.

He bent down to touch her head: "Sleep."

"What about you?" Joanna looked at him with her pair of moist, black eyes, slightly sleepy.

"I have some social obligations this afternoon." Ashton sat on the edge of the bed, straightened the thin blanket covering her, and said gently, "I have to go out for a while, but I have nothing to do tonight, so I’ll be home with you."

"I’ll try to come back early."

His deep, black eyes seemed to hold a galaxy of stars and an endless ocean, the gentle waves at the bottom of his eyes were almost unbelievable.

The way he looked at her was also incredibly soft.

That phrase "I’ll try to come back early" was like honey, spreading sweetness in her heart.

Her lips curved, and the sweetness in her heart made her smile uncontrollably. She nodded gently to him: "Mm, then... I’ll wait for you at home."

The last few words were spoken softly and delicately.

So softly that Ashton almost didn’t catch them.

But his hearing was always sharp, and in the end, he still heard them.

His dark eyes suddenly filled with sparkling light, the starry ocean in the depths of his eyes shining. His thin lips hooked up slightly as well.

"Mm, Baby, wait for me obediently at home. By the time you wake up, I’ll be back."

*

Ashton waited until Joanna had fallen asleep before leaving.

This afternoon’s appointment was at a golf course.

When they arrived, the chairman of Newman Group came to greet him.

The black Rolls-Royce opened, and a young man full of nobility stepped out.

As soon as he got out of the car, everyone’s eyes fell on him.

"President Newman, this is our President Ashton."

Cody Aberton walked over and introduced him to an older man standing at the front.

The older man stared at Ashton Heath for a few seconds, then showed a polite smile with a hint of respect, extending a hand: "So this is the new president of Heath Group, I didn’t expect him to be so young. Truly, youth has its advantages."

"Thank you, President Ashton, for giving our Newman Group a chance to cooperate."

The one speaking was the chairman of Newman Group, who was in his fifties. Having spent more than half of his life fighting in the business world, his status and identity were not something ordinary people could compare with.

Everywhere he went, he received compliments.

This time, it was his turn to flatter someone else.

And it was a young man three decades younger than him.

At first, he didn’t take the newly-appointed, young president of Heath Group, who had just returned to the country, too seriously.