My Secret Billionaire Husband
Chapter 526 - 525: Mom, it’s not that I want to break up with him.

Chapter 526: Chapter 525: Mom, it’s not that I want to break up with him.

As soon as David was mentioned, the slight smile that had appeared on Annie Lawrence’s face vanished instantly.

Rose Liall observed her expression and cautiously said, "Annie, I know you’re wronged. But you know what our family situation is like now. If you break up with David, it will be difficult for you to find a man with his qualities in the future."

"You have to think it through."

"Mom, it’s not that I want to break up with him." Annie clenched her teeth, her eyes red, and said angrily, "He wants to break up with me. He still has feelings for that bitch Joanna, and now he can’t wait to break up with me and reconcile with that bitch."

Rose was shocked and her face turned ugly. "Doesn’t David know?"

"He knows." Speaking of this, Annie became angrier. "But he thinks Joanna was forced and wants to save her from her miserable life."

"What should we do then?" Rose became anxious. "You’re currently signed to his company, if you break up, what will happen to you..."

"Mom, can you stop talking?" Annie lay back on the bed with an annoyed expression, her tone extremely impolite. "I’m bothered enough, please just leave me alone."

"Annie..."

Annie directly pulled the quilt over her head, refusing any further communication.

Rose stood by the bed for a while and finally left helplessly.

Once she had left, Annie took out her mobile phone and called David. It rang for a long time, but nobody answered.

Her face darkened as she hung up, and she quickly called again. Still, there was no answer.

With a "bang", Annie threw her phone angrily on the floor.

So, David really wanted to break up with her?

Did he wish to break up with her as soon as possible so that he could find that bitch Joanna?

Wishful thinking.

She wouldn’t break up with him so easily.

Never!

*

When Joanna woke up, she saw a new set of clothes by the bedside.

Holding the clothes in hand, she went into the bathroom, washed up, changed, and walked out of the rest room.

Ashton Heath was sitting at his black solid wood desk. His slim-fitting silver-gray shirt accentuating his perfectly sculpted figure, his long legs elegantly crossed.

He rested his head on one hand, leaning against it as he focused on the document in his other hand.

He was so absorbed that he didn’t notice Joanna approaching him.

Joanna remained silent, standing quietly beside him, gazing at his face.

She looked down to see his perfect profile, his full forehead, proud nose, and slightly upturned thin lips.

The sunlight penetrated through the dark curtains, casting a soft glow on his handsome face.

It seemed to add a layer of pale golden light to his striking features.

Joanna had always known that Ashton Heath was very handsome.

He was the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life.

As soon as they met for the first time, she was shocked by his extraordinary appearance.

Sometimes, she would secretly delight in thinking that being able to marry Ashton Heath was as if she had found a treasure fallen from the sky.

This man had an excellent background, good looks, a good figure, strong earning power, and treated her with deep affection, pampering her like a princess.

A husband like him was hard to find even with a lantern.

Just to meet him, she felt truly blessed by God.

Watching him at this moment, she still felt the same.

Astonishing, as breathtaking as their first encounter.

Joanna continued to stare at him in fascination for a moment, when the man engrossed in the document suddenly looked up, his gaze meeting hers directly.

"Baby, you’re awake. Did you sleep well?"

Seeing her, the man immediately put down the file in his hand, reached out his long arm, and pulled her into his embrace.

"Are your legs still sore?" He took off her shoes and his other hand gently pressed the sorer part.

His voice was gentle and soft, "Let me rub them for you."

His slender fingers were strong that were usually used to sign contracts and make ten thousand dollars a day. He rubbed her legs with just the right amount of pressure, neither too heavy nor too light.

After a few minutes, Joanna felt the soreness easing.

As Ashton rubbed her legs, he asked her, "Is the pressure too much?"

Joanna looked down at his dark hair and his kneeling posture as he massaged her, and a wave of sweetness washed over her, softening a part of her heart.

Her lips curled gently, her voice sweet, "No, it’s perfect."

"Do you feel better?"

"Yes." Joanna pursed her lips, feeling an urge to reach out and touch his hair.

As she thought this, her body soon followed, her soft white hand reaching out to touch his short, glossy black hair.

The man massaging her suddenly stiffened.

As Joanna felt the silky texture of his hair on her fingertips, she too froze.

"Sorry." She immediately withdrew her hand, thinking he might mind.

She knew some men hated having their hair touched.

There was an old saying that one’s head could be broken but not one’s hairstyle messed.

Ashton appeared stunned for a few seconds before regaining his composure and continued to massage her other leg with a gentle smile. "I don’t mind."

Hearing him say he didn’t mind, Joanna’s hand started itching again.

Ashton’s hair was of an exceptionally good quality, the type that could be in a shampoo advertisement without needing special effects.

She reached out her hand again, lightly touching the soft tips of his hair, her voice tender, "Ashton, have you ever massaged someone else before?"

She felt that he was very skilled in massaging.

It didn’t seem like his first time doing it for someone.

Ashton nodded as he knelt in front of her, gently massaging the soft flesh of her leg with a softened expression. "When I was living at home, I used to massage my grandma’s legs. How’s my massage technique?"

Joanna suddenly understood.

She had been to the Heath family’s house once and knew that Madam Heath had leg issues.

"How did Grandma’s legs..." Joanna glanced down at Ashton’s dark hair and hesitated, asking softly, "How did they get so bad? Will she always be like this?"