Ashton Heath glanced at her for a few seconds and curled his lips: "They don't know about the marriage yet."
"What?" Rebecca Kelloway pretended to be surprised, "You didn't tell them? How could you not mention such a big thing..."
"Joanna hasn't been mentally prepared yet."
Ashton Heath turned his head, looked at the girl sitting beside him, stroked Joanna Lawrence's hair, and said softly, "When she's ready, I'll take her home."
"Before that, if she doesn't want to go to my house, we won't go."
His tone wasn't particularly gentle, but it could convey a hint of indulgence and pampering that was not easy to detect.
His meaning was obvious.
He respected Joanna Lawrence's decisions in everything.
Whatever she wanted, she got.
For a man like Ashton Heath, how much would he have to love someone to pamper her like this?
Especially since he'd always been used to doing things his way.
He had always been the one to be accommodated by others, not the one to accommodate them.
