"Maybe, is it because I haven't been trying hard enough lately that you have time to think about these things?" The man's voice became husky, the fingertips massaging her scalp gradually getting hot, and a layer of warmth spread at the bottom of his eyes.
Seeing his darkening gaze, Joanna Lawrence naturally knew what he meant by 'proving with actual actions.'
Her face immediately became hot, as if it was dyed with two red clouds, revealing a delicate and gorgeous blush on her fair complexion.
What a hooligan!
He's been working incredibly hard already, okay?
If he tried any harder, she might literally be destroyed.
She isn't afraid of heaven or earth, but she fears Ashton Heath's "hard work."
"No, I didn't..." She didn't dare let him work harder.
"Then stop thinking about it." Ashton Heath straightened her messy hair, gently rubbed her head again, and said, "Aren't you sleepy? Lean on me and take a nap first."
"Oh." Joanna nodded.
