How could he possibly not mind?
Unless...
The woman's gaze swept over Joanna Lawrence's excessively delicate and pretty face again, and her fair skin that seemed as if it would break with a touch, revealing a hint of jealousy in her eyes.
But she thought.
Ashton Heath couldn't be such a superficial man.
To develop a fondness for a woman just because of her looks.
He should be a man who values the inner qualities and talents of a woman more.
After all, no matter how beautiful a face is, without any real talent and an empty head, it's just a good-for-nothing vase.
With this thought in mind, the woman's facial expression looked a bit better.
Just when she felt a little more comfortable in her mind, the office door was pushed open.
The woman was pleased, thinking that Ashton Heath had come back from the meeting.
