She hurriedly stretched her hand to his chest, preventing him from coming any closer.
Ashton Heath didn't seem to want to keep coming closer either. He locked his deep gaze on her flustered and flushed face, and his slender fingers with distinct joints gently pinched her chin: "So, have you figured out what's most important?"
Joanna Lawrence looked at the handsome face in front of her, her heartbeat accelerating uncontrollably. Although she was anxious and nervous, her eyes didn't waver in the slightest.
She stared at him, her face feeling a little hot, and said, "Yeah, I've figured it out. Ashton Heath, for me, the most important thing is you."
Ashton Heath was stunned.
A few seconds later, his burning eyes seemed to ignite a fire, shining brightly for a moment.
Joanna could feel the fingers pinching her chin tightening in that instant.
"Say it again. What's the most important thing to you?" The man's voice was coaxing, so gentle, it sounded deadly.