But at times, he felt that she didn't really care about him that much.
He had experienced the feeling of gaining and losing completely because of her.
But what could he do?
Even if she was a thankless little beast, he still couldn't help but like her.
In this life, he would be eaten alive by this little ungrateful beast.
Joanna Lawrence was not happy. She grabbed at his shirt collar, pulling the man's head down with a disbelieving expression on her face, "Ashton Heath, explain yourself. How am I an ungrateful beast? Don't I treat you well?"
"Yes, you do, very well indeed," Ashton nodded.
"Then why are you calling me an ungrateful beast?"
"Alright, I was wrong," Ashton knew that if the little woman in his arms started making a fuss, it would never end. So, without even bothering to explain, he directly surrendered and raised the white flag, "You're not an ungrateful beast, I am."
Joanna: "..."
