<h4>Chapter 2270: Chapter 2262: Why Do You Smell So Good?</h4>


    Cody Aberton knew that Joanna Lawrence wouldn’t me him.


    However, once President Ashton sees the injury on her face, he’s probably going to be furious.


    *


    "President Ashton, Ms. Joanna is here." Cody Aberton pushed open the door to the CEO’s office, standing in the doorway, he said, "Ms. Joanna, pleasee in first, I’ll go make you a cup of Bubble Milk."


    Joanna Lawrence loved Bubble Milk.


    After visiting so many times, Cody Aberton had already be familiar with her preferences.


    Joanna Lawrence nodded and entered the office.


    Joanna Lawrence moved her gaze away from theptop screen, raised her head, and took off her sses from the bridge of her nose.


    He rubbed his brow, "You should have told me in advance when you wereing."


    Joanna Lawrence smiled, "Why should I tell you? It’s not my first timeing here."


    Joanna Lawrence rarely saw Ashton Heath wearing sses.


    When he wore sses, he looked particrly refined, gentlemanly, and had a sense of elegant rogue.


    That means he appears to be a gentleman on the surface, but actually, he is a bad man with a hidden sultry side.


    She actually found it... quite good-looking.


    She walked over, picked up his sses that were ced on the table, "Why are you wearing sses? Are you shortsighted?"


    "No." Ashton Heath curved his lips, "These aren’t for shortsightedness. They’re just for relieving eye fatigue."


    "What happened to your face?" Ashton Heath noticed the red and swollen area on her face, his brows furrowing.


    "Oh, I identally bumped into a microphone."


    "Bumped into a microphone?"


    "Mhm."


    "Where was the microphone?"


    "It was from the reporters downstairs."


    Ashton Heath’s face looked even worse than before, "Are those reporters still there?"


    Joanna Lawrence nodded, "Mhm, they’re still there."


    "I said I wouldn’t ept an interview. Why are they still downstairs?" Ashton Heath’s face became a bit gloomy, "So you met them whileing here and got hurt by their microphone?"


    Seeing how dark his face was, Joanna Lawrence walked to him, bent down, and hugged his neck, "It’s not a serious injury. The swelling will be gone by tomorrow. It was just an ident, so don’t look so upset."


    "Cody Aberton has already asked the security guards to escort the journalists away."


    Ashton Heath reached out and pulled her into his arms.


    Joanna Lawrence fell onto hisp.


    Lowering his head, his slender fingers gently touched the red and swollen area, "Does it hurt?"


    "Mhm." Joanna Lawrence nodded, "A little."


    "I’ll have someone buy some medicine for you."


    "No need, the swelling will go down on its own."


    "How can you not need it?" Ashton Heath didn’t sound tender, but his eyes were extremely gentle, "If you don’t apply medicine, what if it gets infected? Isn’t it said that a girl’s face is the most important thing? Why don’t you care about your face at all, huh?"


    After saying that, Ashton Heath called a secretary in and asked them to buy some anti-swelling and anti-inmmatory ointment from the pharmacy.


    When the secretary left,


    Joanna Lawrence rested her head on Ashton Heath’s chest, sniffing deeply at the cor of his shirt.


    A low chuckle came from the man above her, "What are you smelling? I don’t think there’s any scent of a women’s perfume on me."


    "It’s not a women’s perfume, it’s your own body scent." As Joanna spoke, she took another deep breath, "Ashton Heath, why do you smell so good?"


    Ashton Heathughed, "I smell good?"


    "Mhm, really good."


    She really liked the smell of him.


    No other man’s scent could be more pleasing than Ashton Heath’s.