Once he hit his limits, he couldn't bear it anymore.
After sending the message on Twitter, he had thought Joanna would reply to him quickly.
But after waiting for several minutes, the chat box still hadn't changed.
The latest tweet was still the '?' he had sent earlier.
He became increasingly restless, thought about it, and sent another tweet: '??'
After another few minutes of waiting, still no response came.
Ashton Heath was completely unsettled.
His brows were tightly knit, his eyes tightly focused on the phone screen, as if he wanted to burn a hole in it.
Could it be that she hadn't seen his messages?
Or maybe she didn't have her phone with her?
Or perhaps the signal where she was at wasn't very good, so she didn't see his tweets?
Otherwise, he had already sent her two tweets in succession, why hadn't she responded at all?
Ashton Heath waited a bit longer, his mind filled with an uncontrollable anxiety and panic.
At this time, he didn't care about appearances anymore.