Chapter 1196: Definitely Going to Slap Many People's Faces Again

Joanna Lawrence pouted a bit, still dissatisfied: "So, in your eyes, do I not have any feminine charm?"

He called her a little girl.

Didn't that mean she lacked femininity?

Joanna didn't like being seen as a little girl by him.

Ashton Heath thought seriously about this question and shook his head: "Not entirely."

"Not entirely?"

"Hmm." He suddenly hooked up an ambiguous smile at the corner of his lips, leaned in closer to her, and whispered a few words in her ear.

Joanna's fair face was suddenly covered in a crimson blush, her little fist hit his chest, and she glared at him fiercely: "Hooligan!"

"Yes, hooligan." Ashton doted on her soft white hand, lightly kissed it, and said, "I'm only a hooligan to my wife. What's there to be so serious about in front of my wife?"

Joanna: "..."

Ugh, what a scoundrel!

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Ashton Heath took Joanna Lawrence to a high-end bespoke fashion boutique.