"Tell me, go on and say it. As long as there’s something I can help with, I will surely go through fire and water, I will not refrain! Even if it’s going up a mountain of swords or down a fiery sea, I will..."
"Shut up, enough of the nonsense."
"... Seriously, Ashton, you have to at least tell me why you are looking for me, right? It’s not like you suddenly missed me, right?"
"Um, there is a bit of a problem."
Ashton Heath hesitated for a few seconds before slowly speaking, "What if someone unintentionally did something wrong and incurred harm on someone else? How should they rectify it now?"
Yannick Luther paused for several seconds before replying, "That depends on the nature of the incident."
Ashton Heath’s brow furrowed slightly, "You don’t need to know the specifics."
Yannick Luther: "..."
"Ashton, this is a difficult request. You’re not saying what the problem is, yet you want me to help you decide. How about this, since you want to make amends, why don’t you consider what the other party needs most? Whatever she wants, you give it to her."
"Whatever she wants, I give it to her?"
"Yes, considering your capabilities, Ashton, is there anything you can’t afford? However, I’m really quite curious, who exactly has the ability to make Ashton go to such lengths? Could this issue have something to do with our sister-in-law?"
"None of your business. Goodbye."
After Ashton Heath said this, he ended the call.
Ashton Heath stayed in the study for two hours, then left to shower in another room before returning to his bedroom.
Upon returning, Joanna Lawrence was already asleep.
A soft desk lamp illuminating the room, on the large black bed, the delicate form of the young girl was curled up and only occupied a tiny corner.
He tiptoed over to her.
The warm light landed on the girl’s fair and exquisite face, as if drawing a faint halo around her gently beautiful features.
Her peaceful sleeping face, was as beautiful as a painting.
Without a doubt, she was truly beautiful.
From the moment he laid his eyes on her that night, he was astounded.
She, soaked in the bathtub wearing her red dress, when she lifted her head and looked at him with those innocent yet alluring wet doe eyes, the picture was extremely seductive.
It stirred up a desire to bully her ruthlessly.
And then, he indeed did exactly that.
He had been brutal with her the entire night.
Clearly, she was the one who had been drugged, yet his actions throughout the night suggested that he was the one who was drugged.
His desire and impulse for her, couldn’t stop at all.
Back then, how could he have known that he would become addicted to her?
An addiction that he simply couldn’t give up.
Initially, the woman who was arranged to be in his room was not her but someone else.
However, in the end, the woman who was originally supposed to appear in his room had a car accident halfway there and couldn’t come. As if by a twist of fate, Joanna was brought to his room instead.
And then, all those things happened...
He believed that all of it was predestined.
It was destined that she would end up being his woman, and that was why those unexpected events had occurred.
So, no matter how she would react after learning the truth, he would never let her go.
Joanna Lawrence, she could only be Ashton Heath’s woman.
He stood by the bedside for a while before moving to the other side of the bed, carefully got on and lied down.
Then reached out and gently pulled the girl, who is still at some distance, into his embrace.
The girl has also bathed, she smelled good.