But quickly, his stiff body slowly began to relax, and the embrace gradually warmed up.
Ashton Heath’s voice was hoarse, "Joanna, did you miss me?"
"Ashton Heath." Thinking of how they were under the girls’ dormitory, with so many people watching, Joanna Lawrence’s face flushed, "Can you let go of me? Everyone is watching."
After saying that, she gently struggled.
She didn’t reject his closeness.
But with so many pairs of eyes falling on them, Joanna felt self-conscious.
"Baby, don’t move." Ashton tightened his arms, his chin resting on her head, and in his deep, husky voice, a hint of fatigue could be heard, "I’m so tired; just let me hold you for a bit. One minute is all I need."
Hearing the tiredness in his voice and feeling like he really was exhausted, Joanna hesitated and then obediently snuggled in his arms, allowing him to hold her.
Countless ambiguous gazes fell upon the two of them.
Seeing the man who was cold as ice towards other women, the next second, he was tender and affectionate towards the girl in his arms. Many onlookers couldn’t help but show envy and jealousy in their eyes.
They wished they could immediately take Joanna’s place and experience the feeling of being held by such a top-notch handsome guy.
Ashton Heath, like a satiated lion, finally let go of Joanna.
The man’s profound, handsome face looked less tired than before.
It was as if in that one minute, he had regained a lot of energy.
His voice no longer sounded as tired: "Have you had lunch yet?"
Joanna stared blankly at him and shook her head: "No."
She was just about to go eat, but then he showed up.
"You... why did you come?" Joanna was still a little confused.
Two days in a row, he had come to the school to find her during work hours.
Uh... did he have a lot of free time at work?
She knew he was a Big Shot, and his work hours were flexible, not constrained by the nine-to-five.
However, she felt like he was the type of person who had a disciplined life, whether it be work or other aspects, they should be well-scheduled and well-planned.
Skipping work halfway through didn’t seem like his style.
Ashton Heath gazed intently at her, his deep eyes seemingly filled with a dense ink. After looking at her for a moment, he said softly, "I wanted to see you, so I came."
Unconsciously being flirted with, Joanna’s heart raced.
I wanted to see you, so I came...
In Joanna’s understanding, this sentence was equivalent to missing her.
She looked at the incredibly handsome face in front of her, her heart pounding.
His eyes were deep, and there was a dark shadow under them. After a pause, he whispered, "Last night you were gone, and I had insomnia."
She didn’t know about Ashton’s Heath’s insomnia.
She just thought he was flirting with her again.
Her face flushed, and her heart raced even faster.
But the truth was, Ashton Heath really didn’t sleep well last night.
He slept for only two or three hours intermittently, waking up several times in the middle. Even when he did fall asleep, he had nightmares one after another.
The nightmare that had haunted him for twenty full years clung to him like a devil, torturing him in his dreams whenever he fell asleep.
Only when she was there could he breathe a sigh of relief.
With her face red, Joanna looked up at him and noticed the red bloodshot veins in his eyes.
It seemed like he really had not rested well.