My Secret Billionaire Husband Chapter 3 - 3 3 Disappear from My Room Immediately

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Previously on My Secret Billionaire Husband...
After suffering the heartbreak of seeing her partner with another woman, Joanna attempts to flee the hall. Her weakened state leaves her vulnerable to a group of mysterious men who abduct her under the order that she is the one they were looking for. Meanwhile, a cold and powerful man arrives at his suite only to find himself trapped inside by his mischievous associates. As he struggles with the locked door, he realizes he is not alone in the room, setting the stage for an unexpected encounter.

As the smoke swirled away, the view before him slowly sharpened into focus. A woman was reclined within the bathtub. Her features were breathtaking—brows sculpted like fine strokes of ink, eyes possessing the grace of a masterpiece, and lips the shade of delicate cherry blossoms. Those eyes sparkled with the luminescence of a thousand stars. Even Ashton Heath, a man accustomed to the presence of stunning women, found himself momentarily stunned. Was this truly the beauty that Yannick Luther and his associates had orchestrated to send him? While her beauty was undeniable, he held absolutely no desire for her, or indeed any woman. He lingered at the side, a frigid smile tugging at his lips, and commanded in an icy tone, “Leave now on your own terms. You have precisely one minute to vanish from my room.”

Upon hearing his voice, the woman raised her head. With a slight furrow of her brow, she examined him for several heartbeats before making her move. Swiftly, before Ashton could retreat, she grasped the fabric of his trousers. His frame went rigid instantly, every muscle coiling tight. He braced himself for a wave of nausea or a sudden, uncontrollable itching, but the anticipated visceral rejection never manifested. Ashton Heath suffered from a severe phobia regarding physical touch; he could not endure the presence of any woman outside his own kin. Yet, to his utter astonishment, his body offered no protest to her proximity. He gazed down, his dark, profound eyes wide with disbelief and shock. Before he could grasp the mystery of his reaction, she rose from the floor. Wrapping a slender arm around his neck and angling her delicate face toward his, she stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his own cool, thin ones while he remained frozen in surprise. Looking up with eyes dampened by emotion, she breathed a desperate plea: “Help me.”