My Secret Billionaire Husband
Chapter 390 - 392: Scared Me to Death

Chapter 390: Chapter 392: Scared Me to Death

The blood-red color before his eyes gradually dissipated.

In the darkness, a glimmer of light slowly grew brighter.

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When Ashton Heath opened his eyes, he saw Joanna Lawrence looking at him with an anxious expression on her face.

"You’re awake." Joanna wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, her eyebrows furrowed, her eyes full of worry. "What did you dream about? I called your name several times, but you didn’t wake up."

She pressed a hand to her chest: "You scared me to death."

She really had been frightened.

Because she was thirsty, she woke up and turned on the lamp to get some water, only to see Ashton Heath sweating profusely and looking pained.

She guessed he was having a nightmare, so she tried to wake him up.

But even after calling his name several times, he didn’t respond.

Thankfully, he finally woke up.

If not, she didn’t know what she would have done.

Ashton seemed not yet fully awake. He stared at her blankly for a while before suddenly reaching out and pulling her into his arms.

Joanna was caught off guard and tumbled onto him, her entire body pressing down on his.

Her head hit his solid chest.

She could hear Ashton’s heart beating rapidly and quickly, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her close without saying anything.

Joanna could feel that something was amiss with his emotions.

She surmised that his current odd behavior might be related to his nightmare.

Although she didn’t know what he had dreamed about, she didn’t move at this moment, obediently lying on top of him and letting him hold her.

It wasn’t until Ashton’s heartbeat gradually calmed down.

That the pair of arms tightly wrapped around her waist slowly loosened up.

Joanna felt that his mood had improved a lot, so she propped herself up on his chest and slowly straightened her body.

Then she sat down beside him.

"Did you have a nightmare?" She asked softly.

There was still sweat on his face.

Joanna pulled out a tissue and gently wiped his face.

As she wiped near his lips, Ashton grabbed her soft little hand, his warm and moist lips kissed her palm, and he spoke in a hoarse voice, "How did you wake up? Did I talk in my sleep and disturb you?"

Joanna shook her head, "No, I was already awake. You didn’t talk in your sleep."

"What... What did you dream about?" She hesitated, asking curiously.

Ashton’s eyes were bloodshot, a sign that he hadn’t slept well. He was silent for a moment before shaking his head, "Nothing much, just an ordinary nightmare. You don’t need to worry about me, go back to sleep."

Joanna looked at him suspiciously.

She didn’t believe his words.

Was it really... just an ordinary nightmare?

But his reaction did not seem like it was just due to a simple nightmare.

However, since he didn’t want to talk about it, she wouldn’t continue to ask.

"I’m thirsty, I’m going to get some water to drink before going back to sleep. Do you want some water too?"

After Joanna finished speaking, she was about to get up and get some water.

Ashton held her shoulder, "You want to drink water? Lie down, I’ll go get it."

He directly lifted the thin blanket, got out of bed, and brought back more than half a cup of warm boiled water.

Joanna took the cup, and drank all of the water in one gulp.

Every time she ate something heavy at night, she would wake up feeling thirsty in the middle of the night.

Last night’s fondue, she added several rounds of seasonings to make it extra flavorful.

Seeing how thirsty she was, Ashton took the empty cup and asked gently, "Do you want more?"