A hand reached out from inside.
Joanna Lawrence instinctively took a step back.
But that outstretched hand still firmly grabbed her.
She screamed in surprise as she was forcefully pulled into the room.
At the same time, the door closed with a "bang," and she found herself pinned against it by someone.
The figure before her was tall and imposing, clad in black. Before Joanna could see who had dragged her in, her chin was grabbed, and a man's domineering, scorching kiss followed. He kissed her deeply and forcefully.
Her eyes widened in fear: "Uh …"
Just as she was about to struggle, a familiar scent filled her nostrils.
Her pitch-black, watery eyes changed from fear to surprise.
This scent…
It was Ashton Heath.
How could he be here?
Her confusion lasted only a few seconds before she was overwhelmed by the man's increasingly passionate kiss. Her oxygen supply began to wane, her gaze growing more and more hazy…
