The girl named Summer looked puzzled, not guessing at all what was wrong with Wendy Arden.
How could she ever imagine that Wendy would actually fall for Ashton Heath?
After all, in her eyes, although Ashton Heath looks handsome, his charm isn't enough to make her consider any other thoughts.
To her, Ashton Heath was just a handsome mentor figure.
Summer preferred boys her own age.
On the other hand.
When Joanna Lawrence entered the private room, Ashton Heath's gaze immediately fell on her. Barely sipping his wine, he stood up and walked towards her.
He walked to her side, put his arm around her waist, and stared at her with tender eyes: "Would you like something to drink? Or anything to eat? I can have it brought over."
Joanna Lawrence shook her head with a smile: "I'm not hungry."
"What would you like to drink then?" His thin lips slightly curved up, and before she could speak, he continued, "You can forget about alcohol. You're not allowed to drink."
