Chapter 182: I Don't Like Timid Women

He leaned against her forehead, panting heavily.

The arm wrapped around her waist tightened, and he said in a hoarse voice, "You've been taught so many times, yet you still haven't learned how to breathe properly? It seems we'll have to practice more often in the future."

Joanna Lawrence: "..."

They already practiced frequently enough, alright!

Every time he saw her, he kissed her.

He had become a kissing maniac.

And every time he kissed her so deeply, she felt that he would kiss her to death!

Zack, sitting in the front, saw this scene, kept his eyes on his nose, his nose on his lips, and secretly laughed.

How nice.

It seemed that Mr. Ashton's problems were completely cured now.

Now, not only can he touch women, but he also has no issues with intimate actions.

Thanks to Ms. Joanna.

*

Ten minutes later.

The black Rolls-Royce stopped outside a private club.

As soon as Ashton Heath got out of the car, he reached out and held Joanna Lawrence's hand.