"Yeah, he took great care of . My face is clean, and I ate a lot unlike you... You neither ate nor drank. I can even see your stubble now. Well, the great president has now beco unrecognisable. I’m sure your fangirls will feel quite sad when they see you," she murmured indulgently as she touched the stubble around his lips.
At that mont, she saw Ace as a baby weaker than Adie and Abby. Hence, she was willing to spoil and flatter him no matter how unreasonable he was.
"I don’t like people touching ," he announced aloofly.
Ace had always had a great sense of propriety. Even if it was Seraphina, the person he trusted the most, he would feel uncomfortable when she touched his face or hair.
Naturally, he disliked those female nurses who took care of him.
"Is that so? Why do I feel you like my touch? Be good... There, there." Her lips curved into a cheeky smile as she rubbed his hair and pinched his cheeks as if trying to provoke a sleeping beast.
She thought he would be outraged, but he just said calmly," It’s very strange, but you’re the only exception."
Joanna was speechless.
"So... the person who takes care of has to be you," Ace declared arrogantly.
Amazent dawned on her, and she couldn’t speak.
"What’s wrong? Are you unwilling?"
"No, I’m just curious. Did you recall sothing?" Joanna could feel him getting closer and closer to her, and she wondered if he rembered her. If not, why was she special to him?
"Should I recall anything?" Ace asked in return.
After a brief silence, Joanna chuckled bitterly. "I’d rather you don’t rember ... I’m not a good person."
Ace did not ask further because he knew that she would not tell him the truth even if he did. He had to look for the answers on his own, regardless of whether he wanted to know them or not.
"Help shave my beard." He said suddenly. He was soone who took good care of his appearance, and always wanted to look smart and tidy – he rarely allowed himself to beco this unkempt. However, he had neither washed his face nor shaved his beard for the past few days, as if he was an artist who had lost his passion.
When he heard Joanna’s voice, suddenly his world had colour again.
"You... You want to shave your beard for you?" Joanna scratched her head awkwardly. ’Well, it’s rather shaful for to admit it, but I did a lot of bad things and even challenged a martial arts studio. I also carried an AK-47 once. So might call manly, but I’ve never shaved a beard before.’
"Is it inconvenient for you?" Ace turned towards her. Although he could not see her, he could feel that she was in a dilemma.
"No, it’s not, but... I’ve never shaved a beard. I’m afraid I might not do a good job."
"It’s fine. I don’t care how it turns out."
"Hah, is that so? You said it yourself." Joanna rubbed her hands eagerly and chuckled wickedly like a villain. She went to the washroom and found a razor, which was the most basic type with only a blade.
"Co on, I’m ready." Joanna raised the razor eagerly.
"I’m ready too." He closed his eyes and waited for her, looking like he was about to give his life for a heroic cause.
"Hmm..." As Joanna got closer to him, she was srised by his handso face again. In her opinion, it deserved endless praise.
Ace’s masculine features were almost perfect, with deep set eyes and thick eyelashes. The morning sunlight shone in through the window, producing mottled shadows on his alabaster cheeks.
Further down were Ace’s lips. They were always set in a frown, but she found them very kissable and tempting. His neck was slender, and gave way to an Adam’s apple that seed to move slightly as she approached. It was extrely sexy.
He was indeed very handso.
Still holding the razor, Joanna stared at him as if she was a starving dog who had found a bone.
"What’s the matter?" Ace frowned slightly and asked her in confusion. He had sharp hearing, so he had noticed her rapid breathing. When he noticed she hadn’t started yet, he thought sothing was wrong.
For example, maybe he did not have his shirt or... pants on.
He imdiately reached out to pat his body, and found that he was indeed wearing clothes.
So, why was she nervous?
As he moved his hands back, he accidentally touched her body. ’Hmm... It feels slightly different. It’s pretty soft.’ He could not tell which part it was, so he started feeling around curiously.
"Hey... What are you doing?" Joanna instantly blushed.
Ace had unknowingly put his hands on her waist and had moved them around as if he was trying to seduce her.
However, his expression was quite sincere, so she found it hard to slap him.
After groping around, he finally realised what part he had been touching, and imdiately pulled away like he had been burned. "I’m... I’m sorry!"
At first, he wanted to see why she stopped, but he did not expect that the soft and perky area on her body had been an intimate body part. It made him look like a pervert now.
Hence, he held his hands up high, not daring to touch her again.
"It’s fine. I know you didn’t do it on purpose." Joanna took a deep breath and said generously. They had many intimate monts in the past since they had been married for a long ti, so she didn’t feel too awkward about it.
"You may start now. Ask if you don’t understand anything." Ace coughed and said politely.
"Really? Okay, I’ll start now." Joanna swallowed again, sounding a bit flustered.
At that mont, they were like a young couple as they blushed nervously. Their breathing was fast, and the air was thick with tension.
She looked at the handso man who was leaning against the bed. With his eyes closed and his thin lips parted slightly, he looked very tempting.
Joanna wanted to give in to her desires, but decided to take it slow since he was still weak. ’Hmm... I’ll start with taking off his clothes and seeing his abs.’
She put down the razor, and using her slender fingers, she began unbuttoning his silk pyjamas.
One button, two buttons, three buttons...
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