"If you feel stressed, what would you do? Would that make you gradually dislike me?"
He knew all too well that his actions would put pressure on her.
It's just that... he was too afraid of losing her.
"Joanna, would you hate me?" The man spoke again, his voice becoming hoarse.
"How could I hate you?" Joanna sighed lightly, took his hand, and looked up at him earnestly. "Ashton Heath, I know you care about me. When I said those things earlier, I didn't mean that I hated you. I just wish you could trust me more and have more confidence in yourself."
"You're so good to me. Everyone says that I must have saved the Milky Way in my previous life to have met you, and I've always believed that. I'll treasure such luck to have found such a good husband as you all my life."
"So you don't need to worry about anyone taking me away. That's because someone has already taken root in my heart, and there's no room for anyone else."
