Just as the two were about to reach the door, Denver Lancaster’s voice ca from behind: "Ashton."
"Is there sothing else?" Ashton Heath stopped in his tracks and looked back at Denver with a raised eyebrow.
Denver’s face showed a hesitant expression, but after a few seconds, he shook his head: "It’s nothing, let’s have a few drinks together when we’re free."
Ashton Heath raised an eyebrow, knowing that Denver wanted to say sothing else, but didn’t ask further. He just nodded: "Alright."
After Ashton Heath left with Joanna Lawrence, Denver stared at the door in deep thought for a while.
*
"Ashton, I’m sorry. It’s all because of that you got hurt," Joanna said apologetically after leaving Denver’s office. Thinking of the cut on Ashton’s palm and the amount of blood he had lost, she felt heartbroken.
He had snatched the fruit knife from Sophie’s hand with his bare hands, and the blade that was supposed to stab her had deeply cut into his palm instead.
Joanna saw that his palm had bled a lot.
Although Denver said that luckily, it did not hurt the tendons and bones and would slowly recover in about ten days to half a month with careful attention, Joanna still felt guilty.
If it weren’t for her, Ashton would not have been injured.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ashton frowned slightly, paused in his steps, and looked down at the little woman beside him. "You’re my wife. In that situation, if I don’t protect you, who will? As your husband, it’s my duty to protect you."
"If I can’t even do this, I don’t deserve to be your husband."
"Besides, I only got a small injury on my hand, and it’s not serious. You don’t need to feel sorry for at all. You didn’t stab , so why are you apologizing to ?"
Looking into the man’s gentle eyes, Joanna’s eyes filled with warmth and beca a little moist.
Biting the corner of her lip, she whispered, "I know, but... if it weren’t for the trouble I caused, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt."
"You’ve never intentionally caused any trouble, and I know you’re a person who hates trouble the most," Ashton smiled, rubbing her head gently and spoke softly, "Baby, listen to , you don’t need to feel any burden for this issue at all."
"I’m actually very grateful that I was by your side when you were in danger. I’m also glad that I was the one who blocked that knife for you, not soone else. If another Maddox Allenson appeared, I would be extrely jealous."
Joanna: "..."
How did the conversation end up being about Maddox Allenson?
Could it be that this extrely jealous man was still holding a grudge against Maddox?
"In any case, I won’t allow you to be unhappy because of this, and I won’t allow you to feel even a little bit guilty. Do you understand?" The man’s tone was sowhat domineering, but his deep eyes staring at her were extrely gentle.
Joanna pursed her lips: "...Yes, I understand. But does your wound still hurt a lot?"
Ashton shook his head, lifting the injured hand and waving it in front of her: "Denver applied pain-relieving dication on it, so it doesn’t hurt at all now."
"Really?" Joanna was a bit skeptical.
"Mm, really. Why would I lie to you?" Ashton smiled, "Of course, it’s not that I don’t feel anything at all. There’s a little bit of pain, but it’s within my tolerance. I’m a man, and this kind of pain is nothing to ."
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