Her hand slid to his slightly cool thin lips, and the temperature of her fingertips fell upon them. Ashton Heath's eyes darkened, and he silently captured her slightly restless hand.
His cool lips touched the back of her hand with a gentle kiss, and his laughter was low and seductive, "Don't you believe I can take care of you and our baby? Baby, do you have so little faith in me? Or are you indirectly telling me that I haven't taken good care of you?"
Strange...
His lips were actually a bit cool.
But the kiss on the back of her hand made Joanna Lawrence feel that it carried a scorching temperature.
Her heart beat faster.
Looking up, her eyes met his, filled with a smile, and she couldn't help but feel her face heat up for some reason.
Ah, ah, ah, Joanna, this man is your husband.
You're not seeing him for the first time.
And you're not an innocent young girl anymore.
How could you be so unambitious?
