My Secret Billionaire Husband

Chapter 2271: Chapter 2263: I am really not at ease with you.

Clean, crisp, with a hint of cold fragrance, like the scent of pine trees in the snow.

"Really? I can’t smell anything."

"It’s a sort of scent, a very unique one." Joanna Lawrence clutched his collar, her eyes filled with infatuation, "Only you have this scent. Ashton Heath, can’t you smell it yourself?"

Ashton Heath raised his hand, sniffed his sleeve.

He was wearing a perfume.

But he didn’t smell the scent Joanna Lawrence described.

"I don’t smell it." He honestly said.

"Anyway, I smell it." Joanna Lawrence cuddled his arm and coquettishly said, "It smells really nice."

Ashton Heath chuckled softly, gave her hair a light stroke: "Do other people’s scents make you feel nice too?"

"No more." Joanna Lawrence, knowing he was jealous, immediately confessed, "Only you."

A satisfied smile appeared on Ashton Heath’s face: "Hmm, that’s more like it."

"Ashton Heath." Joanna Lawrence looked up at him, glanced at his face, "Didn’t you see that news?" noveldrama

"What news?" Ashton Heath asked her.

"It’s about Rebecca Kelloway’s interview with the reporter, she talked about some things. Haven’t you seen it?"

"What did she say?" Ashton Heath, seeing the puzzlement in Joanna Lawrence’s eyes, explained to her, "I was busy earlier and didn’t really check my phone. What happened, is there something wrong?"

"You didn’t see it? Well, it’s actually nothing, you can just ignore what I’ve said." For Joanna Lawrence, this was no big deal.

Since Ashton Heath doesn’t know, better not to tell him.

"If there’s nothing, then why wouldn’t you tell me?" The less she speaks about it, the more curious he became, he took out his phone, opened the Blog app.

He rarely uses the blog app.

Except when Joanna Lawrence has a new post, he would check it out.

After Ashton Heath opened the blog app, he quickly found Rebecca Kelloway’s interview report.

As soon as he tapped into the blog app, he saw the interview report on the hot search.

Before long, Ashton Heath finished reading the contents of the interview.

Joanna Lawrence could clearly sense, the man seated beside her appeared to be in a worse mood, his complexion increasingly gloomy.

"Is the interview you mentioned this one?" He flung the phone onto the table.

Joanna Lawrence glanced down, nodded: "Hmm."

"Then what were you thinking?"

"What?" Joanna Lawrence blinked her eyes.

Ashton Heath lowered his eyes, deep black orbs fixed on her: "Did you ever think like this? Until now, did you ever think like this?"

Joanna Lawrence was stunned, then shook her head: "Of course I am not thinking like this now."

"Really?"

"Hmm." Joanna Lawrence nodded, she pinched Ashton Heath’s attractive face, her eyes twinkling, "I’m not unfeeling, I can tell how you feel about me. I admit that in the beginning, I did wonder if you were with me because I could cure your illness. But if I still don’t know why you’re with me at this point, then I must be really dumb."

"You finally realize you’re dumb?"

Ashton Heath lifted his hand, gently bit her lip, "I can’t help but worry about you."

Joanna Lawrence glared at him with feigned anger: "What’s there to worry about?"

"You’re slow, doltish. If I could show you my heart, I’d scoop it out immediately."

Joanna Lawrence: "..."