Cody Aberton knew that Joanna Lawrence wouldn’t bla him.
However, once President Ashton sees the injury on her face, he’s probably going to be furious.
*
"President Ashton, Ms. Joanna is here." Cody Aberton pushed open the door to the CEO’s office, standing in the doorway, he said, "Ms. Joanna, please co in first, I’ll go make you a cup of Bubble Milk."
Joanna Lawrence loved Bubble Milk.
After visiting so many tis, Cody Aberton had already beco familiar with her preferences.
Joanna Lawrence nodded and entered the office.
Joanna Lawrence moved her gaze away from the laptop screen, raised her head, and took off her glasses from the bridge of her nose.
He rubbed his brow, "You should have told in advance when you were coming."
Joanna Lawrence smiled, "Why should I tell you? It’s not my first ti coming here."
Joanna Lawrence rarely saw Ashton Heath wearing glasses.
When he wore glasses, he looked particularly refined, gentlemanly, and had a sense of elegant rogue.
That ans he appears to be a gentleman on the surface, but actually, he is a bad man with a hidden sultry side.
She actually found it... quite good-looking.
She walked over, picked up his glasses that were placed on the table, "Why are you wearing glasses? Are you shortsighted?"
"No." Ashton Heath curved his lips, "These aren’t for shortsightedness. They’re just for relieving eye fatigue."
"What happened to your face?" Ashton Heath noticed the red and swollen area on her face, his brows furrowing.
"Oh, I accidentally bumped into a microphone."
"Bumped into a microphone?"
"Mhm."
"Where was the microphone?"
"It was from the reporters downstairs."
Ashton Heath’s face looked even worse than before, "Are those reporters still there?"
Joanna Lawrence nodded, "Mhm, they’re still there."
"I said I wouldn’t accept an interview. Why are they still downstairs?" Ashton Heath’s face beca a bit gloomy, "So you t them while coming here and got hurt by their microphone?"
Seeing how dark his face was, Joanna Lawrence walked to him, bent down, and hugged his neck, "It’s not a serious injury. The swelling will be gone by tomorrow. It was just an accident, so don’t look so upset."
"Cody Aberton has already asked the security guards to escort the journalists away."
Ashton Heath reached out and pulled her into his arms.
Joanna Lawrence fell onto his lap.
Lowering his head, his slender fingers gently touched the red and swollen area, "Does it hurt?"
"Mhm." Joanna Lawrence nodded, "A little."
"I’ll have soone buy so dicine for you."
"No need, the swelling will go down on its own."
"How can you not need it?" Ashton Heath didn’t sound tender, but his eyes were extrely gentle, "If you don’t apply dicine, what if it gets infected? Isn’t it said that a girl’s face is the most important thing? Why don’t you care about your face at all, huh?"
After saying that, Ashton Heath called a secretary in and asked them to buy so anti-swelling and anti-inflammatory ointnt from the pharmacy.
When the secretary left,
Joanna Lawrence rested her head on Ashton Heath’s chest, sniffing deeply at the collar of his shirt.
A low chuckle ca from the man above her, "What are you slling? I don’t think there’s any scent of a won’s perfu on ."
"It’s not a won’s perfu, it’s your own body scent." As Joanna spoke, she took another deep breath, "Ashton Heath, why do you sll so good?"
Ashton Heath laughed, "I sll good?"
"Mhm, really good."
She really liked the sll of him.
No other man’s scent could be more pleasing than Ashton Heath’s.
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