He seed to see a cute, fluffy cat munching on delicious tiny fish. If Joanna were a cat, she would undoubtedly be purring contentedly in satisfaction right now.
"If you like it, I can buy you more when we go back. Or even hire the pastry chef from the cake shop to co and work at our ho. That way, you can have it made for you whenever you want."
Joanna: "..."
"Ahem, there’s no need. It’s good to have cake occasionally, but eating it every day can be too much."
Though she knew she had a wealthy and willful husband.
Hiring a pastry chef to co and work for them wouldn’t be an issue for him at all.
But she still felt it was unnecessary.
It was... a bit excessive.
She didn’t want to eat cake every day. Also, even the most delicious food can beco tireso if eaten all the ti.
"Does eating cake every day really make it tireso?" Ashton Heath suddenly turned his head and looked at her with a sowhat strange expression.
Joanna t his gaze and hesitated for a mont, feeling his question was a bit odd, but still nodded, "Mhm, even if it’s very delicious, eating sothing every day can eventually get boring."
"Is it the sa with the people we like?"
The man’s deep, dark eyes reflected her image as his long eyelashes quivered and then lowered. "If you’re with soone you really like all the ti, day and night, would you eventually get tired of them too?"
"..." Joanna was baffled.
She didn’t know how Ashton’s train of thought could suddenly leap in this direction.
Weren’t they discussing cake?
How did the topic suddenly jump here?
From favorite food to favorite person?
"How can these be the sa?"
"How are they not the sa?"
"Of course they’re not." Joanna answered seriously, "How can you compare people to food? Food has no life, no thoughts, and no feelings. No matter how much you like a certain food, it will never be as important as the person you like."
"But essentially, so aspects are the sa," Ashton said with downcast eyes. "People are always seeking novelty. Once they get what they want, it becos less important."
Joanna: "..."
"Are you that kind of person?" Joanna looked at the man beside her with furrowed brows. "When you like soone, will you think they’re not important once you have them?"
"No," Ashton answered quickly.
"Then neither will I," Joanna also replied quickly.
"You won’t?" Ashton looked up at her, his dark pupils gleaming twice.
"Of course not." Although Joanna felt his sudden question was rather inexplicable, she still earnestly answered him. "The type of person you described, whether male or female, is pretty terrible. They seek montary novelty, and once they have it, they lose interest. That’s just too awful."
"That’s not being responsible for one’s feelings. Isn’t that just playing with soone’s emotions?"
"For the person I like, I’ll never get tired of them. They’ll always hold a fresh appeal to ."
After Joanna finished speaking, she saw Ashton’s incredibly deep eyes shimr several tis, sothing rapidly moving beneath those dark pupils.
His lips moved as if he had sothing to say.
Joanna stared at him for a few seconds and suddenly seed to realize why Ashton was acting strangely at this very mont.
Could it be that he was...
Afraid she would lose interest in him and grow tired of him?
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