It seems, the sweet tea really helped.
Her face does not appear as pale now.
Joanna Lawrence nodded, "Yes, I feel much better."
"Does your stomach still hurt?"
"No, it doesn't."
Ashton Heath gently touched her head, "If you still feel uncomfortable, tell me. I will make you some more."
A warmth surged up in Joanna's chest, she lifted her head to look at Ashton, with a trace of doubt in her eyes, "Ashton Heath…"
"Yes?"
"...Have you ever taken care of any other woman like this?"
"No," Ashton's answer was swift and decisive, "Baby, you're the first."
A touch of sweetness infiltrated her heart. Joanna Lawrence's lips corner curled slightly. She softly asked, "Why?"
Ashton lowered his gaze, his deep eyes landed on her delicate face, "I just don't like them."
Joanna was stunned. The smile deepened on her lips.
The trace of sweetness felt as if it had multiplied multiple times…
He doesn't like them, so he wouldn't do these things for them.