My Secret Billionaire Husband
Chapter 478 - 480: Heath... Ashton Heath?

Chapter 478: Chapter 480: Heath... Ashton Heath?

Just because she didn’t agree to be with him at night.

How could this man be so petty?

He said he wanted to pursue her properly, is this how he does it?

Doesn’t give in to her at all.

He even sulked over this trivial matter, ignored her.

With his kind of personality, it’s no wonder no woman would accept him!

This was the first time Joanna had been ignored by him for so long. She thought about all the tenderness and pampering he had given her before, her eyes welled up, and tears were about to fall uncontrollably.

A bottle of beer was on the coffee table.

It was ordered by Aria Rowlett.

Joanna didn’t like drinking and wasn’t much of a drinker, so she rarely drank. But at this moment, she suddenly wanted to taste the beer.

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When Ashton Heath pushed open the door of the private room and walked in, this was the scene he saw.

A small figure curled up with her knees hugged on the corner of the sofa, her head hanging down, and her shoulders seemed to be trembling slightly.

Upon hearing the movement, she looked up.

That instant when her tearful black eyes gazed at him, his heart felt as if it had been pierced, feeling heartache.

Was she crying?

Why was she crying?

Was it because of him?

He quickened his pace, feeling heartbroken and annoyed as he approached her.

All the dissatisfaction and the slight unhappiness in his heart vanished the moment he saw her tears.

Only deep regret and self-blame remained.

He shouldn’t have been angry with her.

He shouldn’t have intentionally ignored her messages or not called her.

He shouldn’t have...intentionally given her the cold shoulder like this.

Just thinking about her sitting alone in this private room and crying quietly for a long time made him feel unbearably heartbroken and guilty.

But the moment Joanna looked up and saw Ashton Heath entering the private room, she was stunned.

Tears still rolled at the corner of her eyes. Her face was wet, and she remained motionless in a position looking up at him, staring at him blankly.

Due to drinking more than half a bottle of beer, she felt a little tipsy, and her mind was a bit muddled and not very clear.

She blinked as she watched the tall figure getting closer and closer to her, closer and closer...

Then, he stopped in front of her.

Joanna squinted her eyes, then opened them again, looking a bit dazed at the handsome face above her head. After a few seconds, her small face wrinkled up: "As...Ashton Heath?"

Was she hallucinating?

Otherwise, why would she see Ashton Heath standing right in front of her?

Could it be that her excessive longing for him had led to her hallucinating?

The man’s eyes lowered down, his deep, cold gaze falling on her delicate and beautiful face, pausing for a few seconds, and then slowly squatting down.

Being close, he smelled the faint scent of alcohol on the girl in front of him, and as he looked into her somewhat confused eyes, he suddenly understood.

She really was drunk...

The corner of the young girl’s eyes was still filled with tearfulness, making her long and curled eyelashes soggy. Under the light, the tears in her eyes and the teardrops on her lashes sparkled like a sprinkling of tiny diamonds.

Her nose was slightly pink, and her teeth left faint marks on her soft pink lips.

Ashton Heath thought he might be somewhat psychologically twisted.

Because he actually thought her pitiful appearance was extremely adorable, beckoning others to feel sorry for her.

He had the urge to hold her in his arms and kiss her hard.

He reached his hand to her eye corner, wiped the wet tears, cupped her fair little face, and looked at her intently for a moment.