"\"Baby, I'm hungry too.\" The man looked at her with deep eyes, speaking in a hoarse voice.
Joanna sensed danger, \"I'm really hungry, my stomach is starving. Can we cook dinner first...\"
She just wanted to appease him earlier but hadn't considered how possessive he would become every time she called him \"honey.\"
The man's eyes were burning hot, and his breath became scorching. Even her chest, which he was leaning on, seemed to be getting hotter by the second.
The arm wrapped around her waist emitted an iron-like heat.
Joanna knew all too well what the man's changes meant.
Every time Ashton Heath looked at her like this, she'd spend the whole day unable to get out of bed.
She was now afraid of his gaze.
But this time, Ashton did not recklessly demand her; Joanna heard his deep breathing and saw the pained but restrained expression on his face.
As he was struggling to hold back, his forehead oozed with tiny beads of sweat.
Rolling down the side of his face.
