"During the days you weren't here, I hardly slept. Insomnia is truly torturous. Can you really bear to watch me continue to be plagued by insomnia? Can you bear to watch me suffer this way, hmm?" As the man spoke, his warm breath tickled her ear, his deeply seductive voice as alluring as ever.
Joanna Lawrence suddenly felt as if this man was acting coy with her.
Despite him not sounding coy, but rather, flirting with her in various ways from start to finish, Joanna still got that feeling.
Acting spoiled, playing the victim...
Just so he can stay the night.
Put bluntly, he wants to share her bed...
With that thought, a blush crept onto Joanna Lawrence's fair face, which turned red as can be.
Although by "sleep", he meant simply sharing her bed.
Yet...
She still felt terribly shy.
Her heart pounded wildly: "What...what does your insomnia have to do with me?"
"Of course it does."
Ashton Heath's hand tightened around her waist, pulling her closer to him.
