My Secret Billionaire Husband
Chapter 900 - 899: Ashton Heath, don’t get agitated

Chapter 900: Chapter 899: Ashton Heath, don’t get agitated

Everyone has a pair of eyes, a nose, and a mouth.

Yet, they all turn out to be so different.

He stood there quietly, with a cold expression and an aloof air, attracting the glances of passing women who wanted to approach him but were deterred by his icy demeanor, thus giving up the idea.

Handsome he was, but so cold, appearing unapproachable.

Girls generally have a thin skin, and it takes great courage for them to initiate a conversation.

Encountering someone like him, a living "air conditioning unit," even if they had intentions to approach, they would not dare to do so.

At most, they would steal a few glances and sneakily take some photos.

Joanna Lawrence stood at the door, admiring her husband’s stunning beauty for a while before slowly walking towards him.

As if sensing her presence, he turned his head as soon as she took a few steps towards him and gazed directly at her with his deep, dark eyes.

The moment he saw her, the coldness and aloofness that surrounded him disappeared in an instant, and even his eyes softened.

He immediately walked over to Joanna.

With his long legs and fast pace, he arrived in front of her in just a few steps.

First, he looked her up and down, then he stretched out his arms to hug her tightly.

Someone glanced over at them.

With a mask on her face and her cheek buried in his chest, Joanna felt a bit embarrassed being held like this in public, her cheeks slightly flushed as she said, "Ashton Heath, let go, you’re hugging too tight."

The man seemed not to hear her words.

Instead of loosening his grip, he held her even tighter.

His arms were like a branding iron, wishing to fuse with her.

Joanna was hugged so tight that her breathing became constricted.

She pushed gently on his chest, softly pleading, "Ashton Heath, don’t be so excited. I’m fine, aren’t I? Can you loosen up a bit? I can hardly breathe like this."

The man finally glanced down at her, seeing her face red from holding her breath, then he loosened his arms but still held her close.

"Joanna Lawrence," he murmured her name.

"Hmm," Joanna hummed softly in response.

"I’m glad you’re okay." Ashton tightened his arms, burying his nose in the scent of her hair. He still felt fearful thinking about the danger she faced earlier, "I’m glad you’re standing in front of me safe and sound."

At this moment, he was grateful to Maddox Allenson.

No matter what feelings this man had for Joanna, without him stepping in front of her at that moment...

Thinking about the possible consequences, his face changed, a trace of ruthlessness flashing through his eyes.

Lisha Alcock...

This woman dared to harm his people; he would make her regret ever messing with them.

From now on, he would never give her any chance to hurt Joanna again.

"Hmm, I’m okay," Joanna assured him.

She could sense his unstable emotions, so she held him back and gently patted him on the back, "Ashton Heath, can we talk somewhere else? There are so many people here."

The passing people all glanced at them.

She still didn’t like being stared at by too many people.

Ashton held her for a while, his emotions slowly calming down.

He glanced at the people passing by, then let go and put one arm around Joanna’s waist, leading her down the steps.