Somewhat more restrained, but also somewhat more mature.
But perhaps that's because love is blind.
No matter how she looked at her own husband, she always thought he was the most good-looking.
Ashton Heath asked her a question and didn't hear Joanna Lawrence's answer, so he lowered his head, only to meet her somewhat infatuated gaze.
Following her gaze, he couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.
He sat down beside her, pulled her into his arms, and gently laughed, pinching her soft waist, "Baby, do I look good?"
Joanna Lawrence came back to her senses.
Seeing the teasing look in the man's eyes, her face felt a little hot.
She had just... been infatuated with her own husband again.
"Ahem, you're done showering?"
Joanna Lawrence buried her head in his chest, taking a deep breath.
She really liked the scent on Ashton Heath, especially after he had just showered, with a hint of lemon fragrance on his body. It smelled great.
