Chapter 4: Such a phenomenon has never happened before.

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The next day.

When Joanna Lawrence woke up, she was the only one on the big bed, but there was the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

She sat at the edge of the bed, clutching the quilt, her mind blank for a few seconds before all her memories returned.

Thinking about everything that happened last night, her face turned pale.

As she pondered, the sound of water stopped from the bathroom.

Without thinking further, she endured the discomfort of her body, jumped out of the bed, quickly picked up the clothes on the floor, put them on, and quietly left.

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Not long after Joanna left, there was a click, and the bathroom door opened.

Ashton Heath walked out of the bathroom.

He was wrapped in a bath towel, with broad shoulders, sturdy and muscular chest, narrow waist, and long legs that defied the heavens.

Short, wet and messy hair added a carefree touch to his look.

He glanced carelessly around the room, and when he saw that the messy bed was now empty, he was stunned before his eyes darkened, and he walked to the bedside.

He called Denver Lancaster and soon, a lazy voice came through: "Ashton, this is surprising! You're actually calling me."

Ashton Heath ignored his teasing and said straight: "There was a woman in my room last night."

A moment of silence.

"Cough cough cough." The man at the other end of the phone seemed choked, coughing vigorously, "What, what did you say? Ashton, does 'stayed' mean the same as I thought? Did you guys, uh, do that?"

Ashton Heath: "Yes."

"Cough cough cough..." The man coughed again, as shocked as if the sun had risen from the west, "Damn, weren't you irritated with women touching you? I remember a woman accidentally touched you once, and you washed your hands ten times."

"Yes."

But he wasn't at all repulsed by the woman last night.

Not only was he not repulsed, but he also loved the faint fragrance on her body.

He couldn't help wanting to be close to her.

He called Denver Lancaster because he wanted to understand what was wrong with him.

"You want to tell me that your problem suddenly got better?"

"I don't know." Ashton Heath was silent for a few seconds, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, "She seems different from other women. My body doesn't reject her, and I like it when she's close to me."

This kind of phenomenon had never happened before.

"What's more," Ashton Heath looked down at the messy bed, and after a few seconds of silence, said gravely, "I slept for six hours last night, didn't wake up halfway through, and didn't have that nightmare again."

Denver Lancaster on the other side was surprised, "What's going on?"

Ashton Heath squinted and rubbed his temple, his voice a little hoarse, "If I knew that, I wouldn't be calling you. I was thinking, could it be related to her?"

Denver Lancaster: "The woman who took your virginity?"

Ashton Heath: "..."

Denver Lancaster teased him for a moment, but quickly put away his playful mood and said seriously, "If you want to know if it's related to her, it's simple. You just need to see her again, right?"

Ashton Heath: "..."

Denver Lancaster: "Ashton, I'm not joking. If it's really because of her, then this woman is your savior."

Savior?