"Ashton Heath..." Joanna Lawrence looked at him, her eyes turning red.
She felt like bursting into tears.
Why was her husband so wonderful?
Every time, he managed to move her to the brink of tears.
"You are so good to me," Joanna rubbed her eyes, hooked her arms around his neck, tilted her head up to plant a kiss on him, "Husband, thank you."
"Baby, you're my wife. If I'm not good to you, then who should I be good to?"
"These are the things I should do. If you think your husband is good, just give me some extra benefits."
*
"Mr. Ashton, where do you want to go?"
In the driver's seat.
The driver glanced in the rearview mirror to see Frank Parker's gloomy face and cautiously asked a question.
The young master of the Parker family wasn't known for having a mild temper.
Not many in the Parker family dared to cross him.
Now he had been sitting in the car, silent and cold, for almost half an hour. His chilling aura made the driver scared to breathe too loudly.
