My Secret Billionaire Husband
Chapter 575 - 574: I Will Never Believe Your Words Again

Chapter 575: Chapter 574: I Will Never Believe Your Words Again

The large hand roaming on her body paused.

A few seconds later, his voice, laced with restraint and tolerance, rang out again, "Does your body still feel uncomfortable?"

Actually, it wasn’t that uncomfortable anymore.

It only felt terrible for half a day.

It was much better now.

However, Joanna Lawrence feared that Ashton Heath would continue bothering her, so she looked pitifully at him and nodded, "Yes, I’m uncomfortable."

So, could he please spare her?

She really didn’t want to be unable to get out of bed tomorrow.

Another moment of silence.

Joanna heard the deep breaths of the man behind her.

He seemed to be trying his best to restrain something, his breathing was heavy, and when he exhaled, burning hot breath was sprinkled on the side of her neck.

The arm wrapped around her waist tightened, waited a while longer, and finally, the man’s voice behind her was hoarse to the extreme, "Alright, I won’t touch you. But, I don’t want to settle it myself."

Joanna opened her mouth, not even uttering a word, before the man grabbed her hand and slowly guided it to a certain place, "Baby, you help me."

"..."

*

One hour later.

Joanna Lawrence lay on the bed with a straight face, back turned to him, not wanting to deal with a certain person at all.

"Baby, are you angry?"

On the other side of the big bed, the man’s satisfied face approached, reaching out to hug her.

With a "slap," his hand was barely extended when it was smacked away.

"Ashton Heath, stay away, I don’t want to talk to you." Her soft, fierce voice still sounded cute even when she was angry.

Ashton Heath knew why she was mad.

She had been hoping he would finish quickly, but he couldn’t fulfill that wish. Not only that, but he endured for more than an hour before...

When he was done, she almost cried.

She told him that her hand was about to break.

Said he was deliberately bullying her, making her tired, that he was bad, and didn’t care for her at all.

But how could she know that the sight of her kneeling next to his foot was irresistibly alluring?

How could he bear to end it so quickly?

"Baby, does your hand feel sore? Let me rub it for you." Ashton Heath shamelessly approached her again.

"I don’t need your pity." Joanna replied.

Joanna slapped his hand away once more, infuriatingly refusing to speak to him, "Liar, I’ll never believe your words again."

He said it would be over quickly.

Yet, he persisted for more than an hour.

Her hand was almost broken, and she didn’t even have the strength to hold her phone anymore.

And that hand was still trembling.

In the future, she wouldn’t believe his words anymore.

All men were scoundrels.

"I’m sorry, baby." Someone apologized quickly. When she pushed him away, he immediately clung to her again, ignoring her struggles and forcibly holding her petite body in his embrace.

He kissed the back of her neck, his voice tinged with the huskiness of indulgence, "I didn’t mean to. It won’t be like this next time. Be good, give me your hand, and I’ll give you a massage."

Joanna would be a huge fool if she believed his words again.

Didn’t he always say that?

But had he ever kept his word?

Actually, what infuriated her the most wasn’t that particular incident, but when he was about to finish, he was so excited that he...

Got it all over her!

Remembering that made Joanna incredibly angry.

She really, really didn’t want anything to do with him.

This man was really, really despicable.

Although he held her and washed her thoroughly in the bathtub afterwards, Joanna still felt that he was unforgivable.