<h4>Chapter 1717: Chapter 1710: Is This Too Perfunctory?</h4>


    "What’s so good about a show that makes my baby suffer?" Ashton Heath pulled her hand over, squeezing her soft, white, tender hand in his palm, "I can’t bear to see you suffer in the show. If you want to join a variety show with good ratings, I can help you find another one. As for this variety show, you should just decline."


    "But I really want to go, I think it’s not a big deal." Joanna Lawrence was reluctant to give up the opportunity, "I think it’s interesting to experience different lifestyles asionally. I’ve watched the show before, and I think living in the countryside is quite interesting."


    "And earning a living through my ownbor could be quite fulfilling."


    "Ashton, I really want to go."


    "Please let me go, will you?"


    "I promise I will take care of myself."


    Joanna clung to Ashton’s arm and shook it, as if she would keep shaking him until he agreed.


    Ashton Heath: "..."


    "Ashton, please let me go, okay? Hubby, I know you’re the best, I really want to go, please let me."


    After about a minute of shaking, Ashton finally gave in and nodded in agreement, having no other choice.


    Joanna happily jumped up, bouncing into his arms and hugging his neck, lowering her head to nt kisses on his handsome face, "I knew my hubby was the best. I’ll call Linda now and tell her I’ll join the show."


    The couple hadn’t been apart for some time.


    In the honeymoon phase, Ashton was an ordinary man. As the saying goes, a brief separation the best recipe for a sessful marriage, and it was no exception in their case.


    He reached out, pulling Joanna into his arms, pinching her chin and moving in close, his voice low and deep, "Baby, is this how you thank me? Isn’t it a bit perfunctory?"


    Joanna lifted her eyes to meet his dark, ink-like pupils, her heart suddenly pounding.


    Her face warmed up a bit, biting her lip and whispering softly, "What else do you want me to do to thank you?"


    Ashton’s eyes darkened, and without a word, he carried her bridal-style in his arms.


    He turned and headed upstairs.


    Seeing the untouched dinner on the table, Joanna panicked, "Ashton, dinner ..."


    "No need to rush; we have more important things to do first."


    *


    The next day, Joanna didn’t get out of bed until after 2:00 PM. Finally, she mustered the energy to crawl out of bed.


    Recallingst night, her legs trembled as she got up.


    After washing up, she was starving, dragging her weak body downstairs.


    Mr. Rowan immediately prepared lunch for her. Joanna ate twice her usual share before filling up her stomach.


    Mr. Rowan stood beside her, astonished at how much the weak and delicate girl had consumed.


    Indeed, a brief separation makes a reunion even sweeter.


    Ashton had really worn Ms. Joanna outst night.


    One couldn’t help but wonder when their efforts would result in a little young master or princess.


    "Ms. Joanna, are you full? Do you want me to ask the kitchen ..."


    "No need, I’m full!"


    Joanna wiped her lips with a napkin, touching her slightly bulging belly before getting up, "Prepare me a cup of coffee; I need to digest."


    "Alright, I’ll get it ready for you immediately."


    Mr. Rowan quickly left, and several maids came over to clean up the table.