The smoke dissipated, and the scene before his eyes gradually became clearer.
There was a woman sitting in the bath.
She had a stunningly beautiful face, with delicate eyebrows and eyes like a painting, well-defined features, and pale cherry blossom-colored lips.
Her eyes seemed to be filled with countless specks of starlight, dazzlingly bright.
Even Ashton Heath, who had seen his fair share of beautiful women, was taken aback for a moment.
Was this the beauty Yannick Luther and his group had sent to him?
This woman was indeed beautiful, but unfortunately, he had no interest in even the most beautiful women.
He stood to the side for a moment, a cold smile playing at the corners of his mouth, and said in a cold voice to the woman, "Get out of here on your own, I'll give you one minute, and disappear from my room immediately."
Hearing his voice, the woman slowly lifted her head.
Her eyebrows furrowing lightly, she stared at him for a moment before suddenly reaching out.
Before Ashton could react, she took hold of his pant leg.
Ashton's body immediately stiffened, his whole body tensing up. He thought he would vomit right away or start itching all over, but after a moment, the expected rejection reaction never happened.
Ashton Heath suffered from androphobia.
He couldn't be close to any woman other than his family members.
But to his surprise, he didn't reject this woman's proximity.
His body didn't produce any adverse reactions.
Ashton lowered his head, staring blankly at her with a stunned and surprised look in his deep, dark eyes.
Before he could figure it out, the girl had already stood up from the ground, her slender arm around his neck, her delicate face lifted, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed his slightly cold thin lips under his shocked gaze.
She looked at him with her wet eyes and whispered, "Help me."