My Secret Billionaire Husband
Chapter 735 - 734: The Vinegar Jar

Chapter 735: Chapter 734: The Vinegar Jar

The moment she hugged him, she could feel Ashton Heath’s body stiffen. Then, the arm wrapped around her waist gradually tightened, hugging her more forcefully.

"*cough cough cough*."

His strength was too much, and Joanna Lawrence felt a little short of breath.

She reached out and pushed him: "Ashton Heath, don’t hold so tight. I can hardly breathe."

It’s not like they haven’t seen each other in a long time.

It wasn’t a life-or-death separation.

They had just parted this morning, after all.

It wasn’t even a day yet, and he acted as if they hadn’t seen each other for a long time.

Seeing the two hugging each other, little Nina blushed and stealthily slipped past them, returning to her own room.

Ashton Heath slightly loosened his grip but still held onto her, his eyes lingering greedily on her face as if he wanted to etch her image into his mind. Staring at her, he asked, "You still haven’t answered me, why did you ignore me?"

"You came all the way here just to ask me that?"

Joanna knew about the phone call he had made to Gary White earlier.

She knew he was worried.

But she didn’t expect him to rush over directly by flying here.

He had just flown back from here this morning, and now he had flown back again.

Flying twice in one day, isn’t he tired?

However, when she saw him, her heart was still very happy.

She also deeply felt that when Ashton Heath cared about someone, he would really put that person wholeheartedly in his heart, cherishing and loving them.

No ordinary man could do this.

He already knew from Gary that she was fine, yet he still rushed over.

When she was with David Benington before, he was also good to her.

But she dared to say that if she hadn’t broken up with David, he wouldn’t have done this much.

Only after meeting Ashton Heath did she truly understand the meaning of the word "like."

He showed her, bit by bit, through his actions, what it was like to truly like someone.

"Of course not." Ashton Heath reluctantly let go of her, picked her up horizontally, carried her a few steps forward, and then pointed his chin at the open door of the room. "Baby, is that your room?"

After Joanna nodded, he carried her into the room.

He carried Joanna to the bed and put her down.

"Ashton Heath, you..." Joanna had just touched the bed and was about to sit up when the man reached out and pulled her into his embrace, his strong arm circling her waist dominantly.

The man’s fair, slender fingers pinched her chin, the pads of his fingers gently rubbing along the curve of her jawline. After rubbing for a moment, he opened his mouth, his voice low: "Baby, if I didn’t come, I’m afraid you’d be abducted."

"It was hard enough for me to marry my wife. If she were kidnapped, where would I find another one who suits my taste so well?"

Joanna Lawrence: "..."

She felt both speechless and amused:

"Your wife is right here. Who could abduct her from you?"

Thinking about how he had actually refused her calls earlier and hadn’t even sent her a reassuring text message, she got angry and pushed him a little. "If I leave, it’s because you made me angry, hmph!"

Hmph, such a jealous jar.

There was no man more jealous than him.

Ashton Heath, of course, knew that she was angry with him.

His trip here was to appease his wife.