The man's aura suddenly turned icy cold.
He abruptly grabbed Joanna Lawrence's soft and delicate hand, a strong and domineering possessiveness gleaming in his eyes. Ignoring the surprise of those around him, he forcefully pulled her into his arms.
He tightened his hold around her, holding her close. Lowering his head, he bit her lips and said, "From now on, you are not allowed to praise other men in front of me."
"They are outsiders to you, how much can you really know about them? Yet, in your eyes, they seem perfect. Can't you pay more attention to your husband? I'm no worse than them."
"If you would spend more time on me, you will find that your husband is better than any of them."
"Hmm."
Joanna Lawrence, clutching her bitten lips, looked up at him with wide eyes. Seeing his slightly resentful gaze, she suddenly understood.
She laughed out loud.
Ashton Heath took a deep breath, feeling irritated, and stared at a certain heartless creature: "What are you laughing at?"