After Ashton Heath finished speaking, he turned his head, his eyes filled with a hint of threat and dissatisfaction as he looked at Yannick Luther, "Mr. Brandon, why don’t you call your cousin over? If you bring children to events like this in the future, don’t bother asking to co."
Ashton Heath was not actually that unapproachable.
If Wendy Arden had been a normal junior, his attitude towards her wouldn’t be so cold, though it wouldn’t necessarily be much better either.
The reason for his coldness now was because Ashton had keenly sensed the little intention in Wendy Arden’s mind.
He had seen the admiring gaze of many won before.
A sixteen-year-old admirer didn’t make him feel infinitely charming.
He just thought it was a nuisance.
Having many admirers might be seen as proof of one’s charm for other n, satisfying their vanity and boosting their confidence.
But for Ashton Heath, it was nothing but trouble.
Admiration from won, for him, only brought trouble and nothing more.
Especially since he now had Joanna Lawrence.
He didn’t want his wife to be unhappy because of these things.
It seed that Joanna never got jealous or angry because of other won.
But Ashton Heath still upheld the self-awareness that a married man should have, rcilessly uprooting the rotten peach blossoms around him before they ever had the chance to fully bloom.
He would never give these rotten peach blossoms any opportunity to grow.
Wendy Arden’s face beca embarrassed once again.
She clenched her lips, tears falling like broken beads, crashing on her pale little face.
She had never t a man who was so cold to her.
From childhood to adulthood, there were always admirers around her, with countless n who liked her.
These boys tried their best to please her and were extrely enthusiastic in front of her. Even when she coldly rejected them, they still refused to give up, even becoming more determined after setbacks.
Especially now that she was sixteen.
The teenage girl had grown into an attractive figure, with a beautiful face and a noble upbringing. She beca the perfect and unattainable goddess in the hearts of all the male students at school without any surprise.
Every day, she received enough love letters to fill a trash can.
Having grown up in such an environnt, she had never encountered any setbacks when it ca to relationships with the opposite sex.
Her very first setback in life ca from Ashton Heath.
Those boys liked her, they were crazy about her, and they regarded her every word as a royal decree.
But in front of Heath Ashton...
Even if she cried her eyes out and looked so pitiful that she could elicit sympathy, the man’s eyes remained cold, distant, and he didn’t even give her an extra glance.
It was as if she was invisible.
For the first ti in her life, Wendy Arden faced such a blow, and she began to doubt her own life. It felt like her pride and self-esteem as a young girl had been trampled on.
"Mr. Ashton, since you don’t like Wendy being here, she’ll disappear right away. She’ll leave imdiately and won’t bother you anymore." Wendy Arden’s face was full of despair, as she covered her mouth and turned to run out of the private room.
Yannick Luther was stunned, his eyes wide, only then realizing sothing didn’t seem right.
"Wendy..." Sumr, who ca with Wendy Arden, got up and ran after her.
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