"Are you not going home today?" Joanna Lawrence glanced at the time and then at the deepening night outside, asking softly.
Ashton Heath stopped in his tracks.
He turned around, his thin lips curving into a faint arc. His gaze fell on her, half-smiling, half-serious, "Baby, do you want me to go home?"
"Me?"
Joanna lifted her head, meeting his deep, charming eyes. Her heartbeat skipped a few beats. After a moment of silence, she timidly said, nibbling on the corner of her lips, "Of course, I hope you can stay. But, don't you have a lot of work at the company?"
"Isn't it not very good if you don't go home?"
A deep, seductive laugh came from the man above.
Joanna blinked, glaring at him, "What are you laughing at?"
Ashton rubbed her head affectionately, "Baby, you just need to tell me if you want me to stay. If you want me to, I will stay. If you want me to go back, then I'll go back."
"I'll listen to you."
"As for other things, you don't need to worry about them."
