Joanna Lawrence stood a few meters away from him and watched him for a while, hesitating for a moment before she was about to walk over. The man, who was still typing on his phone, seemed to have eyes on his forehead as he suddenly looked up and stared straight at her.
Upon seeing her, the man’s thin lips slowly hooked up, and he immediately locked his phone and put it away.
Then, Joanna saw him turn around, bend down to reach into the car, and take out a large bouquet of fiery red roses from inside.
With the elegant and handsome man holding a large bouquet of roses, accompanied by a captivating and charming smile on his lips, he approached her step by step under the gazes of many onlookers.
When he was near her, he stopped, handed her the roses still covered in dew, and said in a very proper manner, "Ms. Joanna, I passed by a flower shop and bought some flowers for you. I hope you like them."
He looked so good, and his overall qualifications were beyond compare with those of the younger boys in the school.
His temperament was especially cold and distant, which made those girls who wanted to approach him think twice.
But now, that group of female students watched as this cold and aloof man carried a bouquet of flowers to Joanna Lawrence.
And he showed such a tender and enchanting smile to her.
It was completely opposite of his previous cold and aloof demeanor that kept others at a distance.
Joanna looked at the large expanse of bright red roses in front of her, hesitated for a moment, and accepted the bouquet after a few seconds.
The flowers were a little heavy, she held them in her arms and felt the probing gazes around her. She bit her lip and asked him in a low voice, "Why did you buy me flowers again?"
Ashton Heath hooked his lips, "Isn’t it to pursue you? They say women like to receive flowers. So, do you like them?"
She did quite like them.
Which woman wouldn’t like to receive flowers?
It’s just that he bought them so frequently, and so many each time, she felt it was a bit wasteful.
As if he could read her thoughts, Ashton hooked his lips again, reached out, and patted her head, "It’s just a bouquet of flowers; your happiness is what matters most."
If she liked it, he could send flowers every day.
The group of girls around them all let out a small cry when they saw him pat her head with such intimacy.
"Wow, the head pat, so affectionate."
"I really didn’t expect such a cold and distant man to have such a gentle side."
"That girl is Joanna Lawrence from the School of Performing Arts, right? Have you seen that post on the campus forum? This guy is the affluent offspring she just hooked up with. She’s so capable, breaking up one moment and finding a rich, powerful, and handsome man the next."
"Can’t the skills of an innocence pretender be brilliant? Didn’t they say she started hooking up with affluent offspring since senior high school? She must have lots of experience."
"Why do these innocence pretenders always find better and better men and even manage to wrap them around their fingers, making them think they are really innocent and kind? And yet, genuinely innocent and kind girls always end up with jerks. It’s so unfair."
"That’s because they are good at disguising themselves and have a face that looks harmless. Men are single-celled organisms; they can’t tell the difference between real and fake. Only women truly understand women."
"Didn’t she have an abortion back in high school? With such a messy private life, why can she still hook up with such high-quality men? Don’t these men investigate her past before dating her?"