My Secret Billionaire Husband
Chapter 528 - 527: Let me press it for you

Chapter 528: Chapter 527: Let me press it for you

Ashton Heath: "..."

What kind of feeling was it to be guarded against by his own wife as if he were a thief?

Hadn’t he performed well enough during their previous two encounters, or was she simply not satisfied enough?

Otherwise, why would she resist him to this extent?

But he had deliberately observed at that time, and she seemed to be satisfied.

"Do your legs still feel sore?" Ashton Heath temporarily set aside this question, took off her shoes, placed her legs on his own, and with his other hand, gently pressed on the sorest part of her leg.

His voice was gentle and low, "Let me give you a massage."

The man’s fingers were long and powerful, usually used for signing contracts and documents to earn ten thousand dollars a day. Now they were massaging her, with just the right amount of pressure, neither too heavy nor too light.

After a few minutes of massage, Joanna Lawrence felt the soreness in her legs had eased a lot.

As Ashton massaged her, he asked, "Is the pressure too strong?"

Joanna lowered her eyes and looked at the top of his dark head, as well as his posture of kneeling on one knee to massage her. A wave of warmth and sweetness filled her heart, softening the depths of her soul.

Her lips lifted slightly, her voice sweet, "It’s perfect."

"Do you feel a bit more comfortable?"

"Mm-hmm." Joanna pursed her lips, feeling an urge to touch his hair.

As she thought it, her body quickly followed the impulse. Her tender and soft little hand reached out and touched his shiny and black short hair.

The man massaging her stiffened for a moment.

Joanna, sensing the silkiness of his hair, was also taken aback.

"I’m sorry." She immediately withdrew her hand, thinking he disliked it.

She knew that some men hated having their heads touched.

There was a saying: One can cut the head, but never mess up the hairstyle.

"I don’t mind." Ashton paused for a few seconds before returning to normal, continuing to massage her other leg, his deep voice containing a gentle smile, "You can touch it if you want."

As soon as Joanna heard him say he didn’t mind, her claws got a little itchy again.

Ashton Heath’s hair was of great quality - the kind that didn’t need any special effects when shooting a shampoo commercial.

She had just touched it and found the feel of it to be quite exquisite.

If he didn’t mind, she would like to feel it a bit more...

Ashton Heath chuckled softly, "You can touch any part of me. Touch as much as you want, and for as long as you want."

Joanna: "..."

Her little face suddenly blushed red.

Why did she feel that this statement from Ashton Heath had a double meaning?

Was it because her thoughts were too impure?

She couldn’t help but feel like it was a bit suggestive.

Nevertheless, since he didn’t mind, she wouldn’t be polite either.

Joanna’s tender and soft little hand reached out again, landing on the top of his head, gently touching his soft hair ends, her voice soft and sweet, "Ashton Heath, have you massaged others before?"

He seemed to have a good grasp on the pressure needed for a massage.

It didn’t seem like this was his first time massaging someone.

"Mm-hmm." Ashton Heath knelt in front of her, kneading the soft flesh on her leg, his handsome face revealing a gentle expression, "I used to massage Grandma’s legs back at home. How is my massage technique?"

Joanna immediately understood.

She had been to the Heath family residence once before, and naturally knew that Madam Heath had some issues with her legs.

"Grandma’s legs..." Joanna glanced at the top of his black head, hesitated for a moment, and asked softly, "How did she get like that? Will she be like that forever?"