Joanna Lawrence nodded.
She still felt thirsty.
Ashton Heath got up again and filled another glass of water. Joanna drank half a glass before she felt less thirsty.
"Still thirsty?" Ashton sat by the bedside and asked her.
He reached out and touched her head, his voice soft and gentle, "Then go back to sleep."
Joanna was really tired.
It was still early, just past 4 AM. If she hadn’t woken up from thirst, she could have slept until 8 or 9 AM.
She lay back down and saw him still sitting by the bed with no intention of sleeping, so she asked, "What about you?"
Ashton Heath rubbed his brows, "I’m not sleepy yet. I’ll watch you sleep."
Thinking that she had to get up early the next day, Joanna closed her eyes, trying to catch up on sleep.
She fell asleep quickly.
In fewer than five minutes, she was already asleep again.
Listening to her even breathing, Ashton’s eyes shifted, recalling what happened in the dream he just had.
He thought he wouldn’t have that dream again.
Previously, each time he slept with Joanna, he didn’t have that dream again.
He dreamt of the incident from his childhood again.
However, the dream tonight was somehow different from before.
Before, he would be trapped in the nightmare, continuously repeating the scene of the young policeman’s death before him.
Until Mr. Rowan knocked on the door to wake him up in the morning.
This time, he woke up quite quickly.
Moreover, before he woke up, as soon as he heard Joanna’s voice, the bloody images gradually disappeared.
He didn’t know what this meant.
Tomorrow, he would go and ask Denver Lancaster.
The next day, Joanna had to go to school and got up very early.
When she woke up, she heard the sound of water running in the bathroom. After a while, Ashton Heath came out wearing a bathrobe.
He had the habit of taking a shower both morning and night.
The man had just taken a shower, his bathrobe slightly open, revealing beads of water rolling on his firm, sexy muscles on his chest.
On his forehead, droplets of water slid down his straight nose and onto his sexy, enticing thin lips.
Seeing such a tempting sight early in the morning was quite a big temptation for Joanna.
She thought... maybe her husband was just too good-looking.
Ashton Heath saw the young woman staring unblinkingly at his chest. His lips curled into a smile, and he strode over to her.
A refreshing scent of shower gel assaulted her senses.
The man had long legs so it only took him two or three steps to reach Joanna, standing in front of her before reaching out to pull her into an embrace.
Bending down, his warm lips pressed against her forehead, a soft kiss accompanied by a slightly hoarse, seductive voice, "Good morning, Baby. The toothpaste is ready, and the hot water is prepared. Go and freshen up."
Joanna was taken aback, "How did you know I would wake up at this time?"
A soft laugh sounded above her head, "Don’t you have school today? You usually wake up at this time, so I guessed that your alarm must be set for this hour."
Joanna looked up at him, surprised.
"What is it?" Ashton Heath caressed her hair gently.
"It’s nothing. I’m going to freshen up."
Joanna pushed him away and walked towards the bathroom.
She was surprised by Ashton’s unexpected attentiveness.
Many times, this man’s actions surprised her.
Indeed, getting to know someone took time.
The surface doesn’t always reflect the truth.