Every time she called him "husband," her face would feel hot and turn red.
Even though he was indeed her husband.
"So, are you not mad anymore?" Joanna Lawrence tilted her head to look at him, black pupils as if covered with a layer of mist, a mischievous and lovely expression on her face.
Ashton Heath couldn't help but curl his lips.
He wasn't mad at all.
She had him wrapped around her little finger.
She was a clever little devil who knew exactly what worked best on him.
Even when he knew she might be trying to manipulate him on purpose, he still willingly fell for it.
Because the bait she laid down was what he liked.
Heaven knows that every time she called him "husband," he couldn't resist whatever she asked of him.
"Mm, baby, call me that a couple more times, and I won't be mad." The man seemed to be pushing his luck.
Joanna, who was currently trying to appease him, obliged to his request, obediently calling him "husband" twice more.
