"What, you... "Joanna Lawrence's eyes widened in astonishment.
"How did I know?" Ashton Heath raised his eyebrows, helping her finish her unfinished sentence.
Joanna Lawrence: "… Yeah."
Is she being too obvious?
"Because I am your husband and the person who knows you best in this world." Ashton Heath turned around, crouched down in front of her, and said to Joanna, who was still standing there with a surprised face, "What are you waiting for? Get on my back. I'll carry you back."
Joanna Lawrence hesitated for a moment: "You're going to carry me?"
"Isn't your foot hurting?" Ashton Heath glanced at her, "Get on."
Joanna Lawrence's foot did hurt a little.
But it wasn't so bad that she couldn't walk.
She looked down at the man crouching in front of her, feeling a rush of sweetness in her heart. She walked over and gently placed her hands on his shoulders.
Ashton Heath slowly lifted her up as she leaned on his back.
