Chapter 685: Suddenly Feeling a Crisis in Terms of Age

A hand reached out from inside.

Joanna Lawrence instinctively took a step back.

But that outstretched hand still firmly grabbed her.

She cried out in surprise as she was violently pulled into the room.

At the same time, with a "bang," the door closed, and she was held against it.

The tall figure in front of her was clad in black. Before Joanna could see who had grabbed her, her jaw was pinched, and a man's domineering, hot breath surrounded her as he held her in his arms.

Her eyes widened in fear, and just as she was about to struggle, a familiar scent filled her nostrils.

The terror in her deep, black eyes transformed into surprise.

This scent...

It was Ashton Heath.

How could he be here?

Joanna raised her misty black eyes to the man in front of her, feeling as if she was dreaming, "Ashton Heath, how did you get here? Weren't you..."

Wasn't he at work?

Today wasn't a weekend, either.

How did he have time to come see her?

And why didn't he give her a heads-up?