But in front of Ashton Heath, she just couldn't let go — reverence and nervousness penetrated her to the core.
It was as if people were born with a sense of awe for the divine.
Ashton Heath nodded, a simple, silent greeting to them.
"Take good care of her," he said, his voice low. "I'm leaving her in your hands, you must take good care of her for me."
"Don't worry, President Ashton," Linda said, bowing her head slightly. "We will definitely take care of Joanna."
"That's good." Ashton Heath didn't continue the conversation with them but extended a hand towards Joanna Lawrence, beckoning her to come closer.
"Is there anything else?"
Before the car door closed, Joanna walked over and bent over to get into the car.
Ashton Heath put his arm around her waist, his hand slightly too hot, its pressure forcing Joanna to lean in closer to him.
The moment she lowered her head, he seized her chin and kissed her.
