My Secret Billionaire Husband
Chapter 356 - 358: Immediately go and buy some clothes; I want to wear them.

Chapter 356: Chapter 358: Immediately go and buy some clothes; I want to wear them.

"There’s no problem. Just that Jeremy is in a bad mood, would he be willing to go out with us? I don’t know how he is now."

"It’s precisely because he’s in a bad mood that we need to go out and take a walk."

After entering the locker room, Ashton Heath held her and walked to a single-person sofa and gently placed her on it.

He turned and walked to the wardrobe, taking out a set of black shirt and trousers.

Joanna raised her head and couldn’t help but say, "Are all your clothes and pants in the closet black? Don’t you have any other colors?"

Ashton Heath quite liked wearing black shirts with trousers.

Joanna glanced at his closet earlier, and most of it was indeed black.

Although she also felt that he looked good in a black shirt and trousers, wouldn’t it be too dull and monotonous to wear the same thing every day?

Ashton had taken out this outfit to change into before going out.

He had just taken it out when he heard Joanna’s comment. After pondering it for a few seconds, he put the clothes back in their original place.

Then he took out a white shirt and black trousers.

"What about this?" He turned around, holding the clothes in his hand, and asked Joanna.

Joanna: "..."

She felt... that they were pretty much the same.

She noticed that his clothes were particularly monochrome, seemingly having only black and white colors.

Just like his bedroom decor, black, white, and gray were the only colors in sight.

She originally wanted to say that it wasn’t much different, but looking at the pair of eyes waiting for her comments with faint expectation, she changed her mind and said, "Pretty good."

"Alright, then it’s this set."

Having received her approval, Ashton Heath took off his bathrobe and put on the high-quality white shirt.

The man had excellent body proportions, with long and powerful limbs, broad shoulders, and narrow waist, and his long legs were particularly eye-catching.

He was a natural clothes hanger, looking great in whatever he wore.

Joanna couldn’t resist taking a peek at him from the corner of her eye. When her gaze fell on the alluring pectorals, her heartbeat sped up again. Looking up at his collarbone and Adam’s apple, her mouth suddenly felt dry.

Ashton Heath looked slim and slender when dressed.

But without clothes...

Those long-term exercise-trained muscles were really amazing.

Just the kind Joanna liked most.

She had never been a big fan of overly exaggerated muscles in men. Too much muscle scared her.

On the other hand, Ashton Heath had just the right amount of muscle – not too much, not too little.

Especially his waist and abdomen. They looked very powerful.

Ashton Heath lowered his head and saw his wife’s wide, shiny eyes staring at his waist, her pale little face flushed.

He walked over, caught one of her small hands, and placed it on his abs. With a smile at the corner of his mouth, he whispered, "If you want to touch, just touch. He’s your husband; you can touch however you want."

As Joanna stared at Ashton Heath’s body, her heart racing, her palm suddenly touched a patch of heat. She looked up into Ashton Heath’s deep black eyes, full of teasing and ambiguity, and hurriedly pulled her hand away.

She jumped down from the sofa: "You change first, I’ll come back in when you’re done."

With that, she covered her flaming face and ran out of the locker room.

Ashton Heath’s hand rested on the shirt button, watching the girl’s somewhat flustered figure run away, his sexy thin lips hooking up slowly.

*

After changing, he came out of the locker room and couldn’t find Joanna.

He went to the bathroom to check but still didn’t find her.

Not only was she gone, but her phone was missing too.

Ashton Heath thought for a moment, took out his phone, and sent her a text message: Where are you?

Did she get scared and hide just because he changed clothes?

However, Joanna replied quickly: I went to check on Jeremy. We have plenty of time, so let’s go out a bit later.

It turned out she had gone to see Jeremy Lawrence.

Ashton Heath lifted the corner of his mouth and replied: Okay, no rush. You have a good chat with him, and if there’s anything you need my help with, just ask.

After sending the message, he walked out of the bedroom and called Mr. Rowan over.

"Mr. Ashton, do you have any orders?" Mr. Rowan asked, standing respectfully in front of him.

Ashton Heath was silent for a few seconds, speaking indifferently, "Go and buy some clothes for me to wear."

Rowan: "???"

He looked up with puzzled eyes, "Mr. Ashton, your clothes are custom-made each month. If you need new ones, I’m afraid buying them right away won’t be possible."

All of Ashton Heath’s clothing was custom-made by a dedicated Image Management Department.

Hand-cut entirely.

That’s why his clothes needed to be custom-made one month in advance, not the kind you could buy off-the-rack in a store.

Rowan was in charge of managing Heath’s clothing and other personal matters.

This was the first time Heath had made such a request since he took charge of these affairs.

In his memory, Mr. Ashton seldom cared about such trivial matters.

Why would he suddenly want to buy clothes?

And why right away?

His closet was full of clothes. Wasn’t that enough?

Hearing this, Ashton Heath frowned slightly, seemingly dissatisfied. "Is that so?"

"Yes, Mr. Ashton," Rowan replied. "However, if you’re really in a hurry, I can have someone go to a high-end mall and buy some brand-name clothing for you."