My Secret Billionaire Husband
Chapter 642: Are You Trying to Starve Me to Death?

Chapter 642: Chapter 642: Are You Trying to Starve Me to Death?

Joanna Lawrence’s heartbeat instantly became chaotic.

Ashton Heath was flirting with her again.

It was a pity that she couldn’t resist the flirting every time; with his casual moves, her heart would disobey her.

It would beat slowly one moment and quickly the next, sometimes even appearing to stop altogether.

She felt quite pathetic being so easily seduced by her husband.

But was Ashton Heath an ordinary man?

Having such a handsome husband who was particularly good at flirting, anyone would find it hard to resist.

"Cough cough, alright, no more joking around. The Film and TV Studio isn’t far from Closia. I promise you, as soon as I have time, I’ll come back to see you, okay?" Joanna actually didn’t want to be apart for so long either.

The couple’s feelings were scaling up, and neither of them wanted to part for such a long period at this time.

But love is important, and so is career.

After marrying Ashton Heath, Joanna felt tremendous pressure.

It was a lot more than when she was single.

This pressure was not financial but due to the gap between her and Ashton.

The better he was, the more pressure she felt.

She would feel that she didn’t deserve such an excellent man.

So, she was eager to achieve something sooner, even though these achievements might not be worth mentioning in front of him – at least, she could see herself making progress.

She also wanted to earn some money by her own efforts, which would give her a sense of security.

With her soft and tender arms hanging on his neck, her dark and moist eyes gazed at him softly, and her voice was delicate.

Ashton couldn’t bear to say "no" when faced with such tenderness from her.

Despite his dissatisfaction, he sighed and nodded, saying, "Fine."

"I knew you were the best."

Joanna seized the opportunity, tiptoed and raised her head to kiss him on his lips.

After touching lightly, she wanted to back off, but Ashton grabbed her waist and pressed her towards him, lowering his head to give her a strong and passionate kiss.

"Mmm..."

Joanna struggled for a bit and said with pauses, "Ashton Heath, I, I have to pack my luggage."

"Don’t worry about it, I’ll help you pack later." The man’s voice became husky, and his arm around her waist grew hotter. Holding her jaw, he kissed her deeply again.

"No...I have to sleep early tonight..."

"It’s only seven now, and you’re going to bed at ten. It takes an hour to pack your luggage, so we still have two hours..."

"But, but... Mmm..." Her lips were sealed again.

"Baby, you’ll be gone for several months from tomorrow. Aren’t you going to give your husband a proper farewell? Do you want me to starve to death?"

"I..."

"Shh, baby, we don’t have much time, let’s not waste it on pointless conversations."

The man picked her up horizontally and carried her out of the dressing room.

*

Ashton kept his word, not wasting a minute of the two hours.

From the moment Joanna was laid on that black bed, her cries lasted a full two hours.

By the end of it, her voice had become hoarse.

Her body was soaked with sweat like she’d just been pulled out of the water.

She had no strength left at all.

Like being drained by a siren, she lay motionless in the bathtub, allowing Ashton to wash her body.

After Ashton bathed her and wrapped her in a bath towel, he carried her back to the bed. Soon enough, she fell asleep, exhausted.