Ashton Heath's face changed slightly, the lust in his eyes replaced by other emotions, his gaze dark and unclear, "What do you regret?"
Joanna Lawrence gritted her teeth, "I regret just leaving like that. I should've beaten that bastard up and called the police to arrest him. But... I didn't do anything."
Ashton Heath: "..."
"Could you have beaten him?"
"Even if I couldn't, I'd still have tried!"
"So you...hate him that much?"
"How can what he did not be hateful?" Joanna's eyes were filled with resentment. "He's a bastard, a scumbag, a despicable and shameless piece of trash!"
Ashton Heath: "..."
Suddenly, he felt annoyed.
He originally planned to find an opportunity to tell her the truth about that night.
But now...
She was filled with so much resentment towards him from that night. If he told her the truth, would she forgive him?
Ashton Heath wasn't sure.
He fell silent for a moment, his voice a bit dry, "So...you really can't remember what he looked like at all?"