52: Chapter 52: She Becos His Only Exception 52: Chapter 52: She Becos His Only Exception “Just now, Mr.
Ashton brought a woman in, did you all see that?”
As everyone was wondering about Joanna Lawrence’s identity, Mr.
Rowan walked in.
The maids saw him and respectfully called out, “Butler Rowan.”
Rowan nodded, his sharp eyes sweeping over the crowd, and said authoritatively, “That’s Ms.
Joanna, our hostess from now on.
If any of you dare to be even slightly disrespectful towards her, leave imdiately.
Did you all hear that clearly?”
The maids widened their eyes in shock, their faces full of disbelief.
After a few seconds, they replied in unison, “Yes, we understand.”
After Rowan left.
There were gasps of astonishnt from the crowd.
“My goodness, she’s actually Mr.
Ashton’s wife?”
“So, did Mr.
Ashton just suddenly get married?”
“Who am I?
Where am I?
What have I been through?”
*
Joanna slept soundly.
Ashton Heath carried her into the bedroom and placed her on a large black bed.
During the whole process, she never woke up once.
The young girl’s petite body seed even more delicate and frail on the soft, spacious bed.
Tiny and curled up as soon as her body touched the bed, she looked like an adorable and soft kitten.
Her shoulder-length hair draped down, covering half of her face.
The other half that was visible was calm, docile, and irresistibly charming.
Ashton sat by the bed, touched her soft little face, gazed at her quietly for a while, and then gently kissed her lips.
The sweet scent on her lips stirred his emotions.
Before her, he never knew that his self-control was so poor.
He underestimated the attraction she had on him.
Perhaps this woman was truly his savior.
He resisted all won, but he couldn’t resist her alone.
It must be said, it was as if God had deliberately arranged this, making it so he couldn’t accept any other woman, and making her the only exception.
“Joanna.” The man’s voice was deep and in the quiet night, it carried a bewitching allure, “If you are God’s arrangent for , then stay by my side forever, and never leave .”
“And I will never let you go again.”
*
The next day when she woke up, Joanna found herself lying in a strange bed.
The bedroom was large and luxurious, and every piece of decoration inside revealed its high price.
The bed was pure black, with black sheets and blankets.
Even the wall lamp’s shade was black.
This was a room full of masculinity.
Her clothes had been changed, and she was wearing a set of light purple silk pajamas.
The material was soft and silky, clearly very expensive.
She sat up holding the blanket, leaned against the headboard, and stared blankly for several seconds before suddenly coming back to her senses.
She found her phone, checked the ti, and her face changed again.
She imdiately jumped out of bed.
After washing up and getting ready as quickly as possible, she dashed out of the room and ran downstairs.
*
Just as she rushed downstairs, she saw a man in a black uniform who looked about fifty years old.
Seeing her, the man stepped back, bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle, and respectfully greeted, “Good morning, Ms.
Joanna.”
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