My Secret Billionaire Husband Chapter 2827: 2837: You Don't Have to Be So Polite with Me

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Previously on My Secret Billionaire Husband...
Joanna encountered a drunken man who aggressively propositioned her. After she pushed him away, he became enraged and threatened her. Just as she prepared to flee, a man in black intervened, easily subduing the drunkard. The man in black, identified as Mr. Parker, then approached Joanna, expressing concern.

He harbored an intense desire to dismember the perpetrator of such a ghastly act.

Retribution was what he sought.

A price far more dreadful than mere death.

“Frank Parker, it’s actually you…” Joanna Lawrence’s gaze settled upon the strikingly handsome man before her, an aura of barely suppressed violence radiating from him, her surprise palpable.

Frank Parker, what reason could bring him to this place?

Frank’s eyes met hers, drawn to her luminous, soft, dark gaze. His heart pounded with a fierce intensity. The very woman he had yearned for through countless nights, whom he could only ever reach in his dreams, was now standing right before him, her voice a gentle murmur directed at him.

He inhaled, catching the sweet perfume emanating from her.

A scent etched into his memory for an entire decade.

Everything felt so solid, so real.

Her presence, the sound of her voice, her very scent – all undeniably real.

So starkly different from the phantom of his dreams.

No matter how vivid dreams might appear, they could never truly replicate the tangibility of reality.

He had desperately longed for an encounter.

Yet, no opportunity presented itself.

Furthermore, he lacked the courage to seek her out.

His deepest fear was her potential resentment, her disdain, her perception of him as a shameless man unable to move on.

Thus, despite missing her to the point of near madness, he forced himself to hold back.

He repeated incessantly, telling himself he needed to let go, to erase her from his mind, to forge a new, ordinary existence, to start anew.

In this vast world, no one's life truly ends with another's departure.

He, Frank Parker, should not debase himself thusly, should not descend into such a pitiable, shameless state.

Should she be unhappy now.

He possessed an abundance of reasons, a thousand, ten thousand, to win her heart back once more.

But she was living a contented life.

Having known Ashton Heath for many years, he understood his brother intimately.

With Joanna by Ashton’s side, her life would undoubtedly be filled with happiness.

Ashton would cherish and adore her for all eternity.

Consequently, any chance for him to wait had vanished.

The most prudent, the most logical course of action was to release his hold.

He made a concerted effort to do just that.

He kept Maria close, hoping to gradually erase Joanna from his thoughts.

However, he now realized.

Even with ten or a hundred Marias beside him, it would amount to nothing.

Even if he found countless women who bore her resemblance, they would never be her.

It was an impossible feat to substitute her!

“I am here for a business engagement. I had an appointment scheduled with an associate tonight,” Frank Parker stated, his lips thinning, a brief pause before he uttered the falsehood.

He dared not divulge the actual reason.

He could not bring himself to confess that his journey to Cascade was solely for her.

Revealing such a truth would only breed her resentment and deepen her resolve to avoid him.

“I see,” Joanna replied, choosing not to scrutinize the veracity of his claim. She gave a slight nod, her silence stretching for a few seconds as she strove to adopt a tone of naturalness and normalcy. “Thank you for your assistance earlier.”

“There’s no need for such formality between us,” Frank Parker discerned her deliberate distance immediately, a pang of bitterness echoing in his heart. “It was the least I could do. By the way, you didn’t mention—are you unharmed?”

She appeared to be out of immediate danger.

Yet, Frank Parker remained tinged with a degree of concern.

Merely recalling the recent events caused a flicker of deadly intent to resurface in the depths of his eyes.

“I am fine,” Joanna responded, shaking her head.

“That’s good,” Frank finally exhaled a breath of relief. His gaze, unwilling to detach from her, whispered, “In the future, ensure your bodyguard accompanies you. Places like this attract individuals with ill intentions. It poses significant danger for you to be unaccompanied.”