Chapter 118: Did She Cry?

Ashton Heath lowered his head.

His sexy, warm thin lips were less than a centimeter away from hers.

As he spoke, his warm breath fell on the corner of her lips.

His fingertips gently caressed her chin, and his enchanting, cold eyes narrowed slightly. With a hint of coldness, he asked, "Why was David Benington at the banquet? Did you just happen to be having dinner in the same place?"

The man seemed to ask casually, but Joanna Lawrence, sensitive as she was, immediately sensed a different meaning in his words.

She was stunned for a moment, blinked her eyes, and an inexplicable annoyance instantly surged to her head, her eyebrows furrowing, "Do you suspect that I planned to meet him?"

Ashton Heath's fingers caressing her chin applied more pressure, his eyes deep and unpredictable, "What, are you angry? I just thought it was a bit coincidental."

But he didn't think it was coincidental at all.

He clearly suspected that she had prearranged plans with David Benington.