But he caught her little hand.
He pinched her palm gently, chuckled softly, and said, "I've told you, you must get used to me quickly. Joanna, I'm your husband. Any intimate act I perform towards you is completely normal. I like you, that's why I act this way."
The girl had a delightful youthful scent. Ashton Heath's eyes shimmered as he held her chin, leaned slightly downwards, and amidst her surprised and panicked gaze, he kissed her again.
"Hmm…"
Joanna Lawrence's shocked voice was muffled entirely by the man.
In the tangle,
Their breaths mingled together.
Between breaths, between lips and teeth, was all the man's captivating, domineering scent.
In the front driver's seat,
Zack, glancing at the scene in the rear-view mirror, couldn't help but blush.
He never thought that the young master Ashton could also be this passionate.
Whoever claimed that Mr. Ashton was chaste and lacked desire, didn't like women, and was not interested in them?
