"You're awful!" Joanna Lawrence clenched her teeth as she continued to accuse.
Ashton Heath nodded, "Yes, I'm awful."
Joanna Lawrence: "You're a bastard."
Ashton Heath: "..."
Feeling that the girl in his arms was still angry with him, but her anger had significantly subsided, Ashton Heath finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He lifted her delicate jaw and lowered his head to kiss her lips, murmuring softly at the corner of her lips, "Baby, are you still angry? If you're still angry, you can keep scolding me. No matter what you say, I'll accept it."
Joanna Lawrence was very angry at first.
She was thinking she would never speak to him again.
But...
The man apologized so well, as noble as he was, both the valuable heir of a prominent family and the Master Rank at the top of the commercial empire, yet he was willing to let go of his dignity and appease her with such gentle words.
He didn't have to do this at all.
