<h4>Chapter 2365: Chapter 2358: Would a Man Like Him Ever Fall in Love?</h4>


    Joanna Lawrence: Oh, I see.


    Ashton Heath: Good girl.


    Joanna Lawrence: "..."


    This man, so inexplicable!


    "Joanna, who are you chatting with? President Ashton?"


    Porter Rushbrook and Joanna Lawrence’s seats are next to each other.


    Seeing Joanna Lawrence on her phone typing, he leans over with a gossip-hungry face, and catches a glimpse of the word "good girl" sent by Ashton Heath.


    Then he exims with a "tsk": "Ah, the sour smell of love. You and President Ashton are really sweet together."


    In fact, when Porter saw Ashton Heath send the word "good girl," he didn’t immediately feel the sour smell of love.


    What he really felt was a sense of horror.


    Because at that moment, he imagined Ashton Heath’s icy-faced expression saying "good girl" to Joanna Lawrence in his mind, and no matter how he thought about it, it felt extremely weird.


    In other couples, it would be seen as a loving gesture.


    But Ashton Heath?


    In Porter’s view, Ashton Heath, a type of ascetic man who looked particrly pure-hearted andcking desire, should be single for his whole life.


    There shouldn’t be a woman by his side.


    Would such a man have a romantic rtionship?


    Would he be tender to others?


    Could he make a woman feel happy?


    Would a woman not be scared of that ice-cold face?


    So Porter particrly admired Joanna Lawrence for daring to date Ashton Heath and sessfully winning him over.


    This is not something an ordinary person could achieve.


    It is said that Ms. Reba from the Kelloway family chased after Ashton Heath for more than 20 years and failed.


    From this incident, one can see how difficult this man is to deal with.


    Joanna Lawrence winning over Ashton Heath is undoubtedly like solving a world-ss problem.


    He wouldn’t admit defeat even if a wall fell on him, but he admitted it to her.


    "What are you doing? Stop peeking at other people’s chats." Joanna Lawrence was startled by Porter’s sudden voice, and locked her phone before staring at him.


    "I didn’t peek, I just identally took a nce." Porter, caught red-handed, could calmly tell a tant lie.


    Joanna Lawrence red at him again, "Stop it, I know what kind of person you are."


    "I really didn’t peek, and I only saw thest Twitter message President Ashton sent you. I didn’t see anything else." Porter blinked innocently.


    "By the way, when you thanked President Ashton on stage just now, I saw that Reba Kelloway’s face turned green." Porter changed the topic, "Her re at you was scary, as if looking at an enemy."


    Recalling that re, Porter rubbed the goosebumps rising on his arm: "I think she must resent you for taking President Ashton away. You should be careful around her, I’m afraid she’ll do something bad to you."


    After all, jealousy and hatred can drive people crazy.


    When women go crazy, there’s nothing they can’t do.


    Reba Kelloway hates her?


    Joanna Lawrence already knew that.


    She and Reba had grudges a long time ago.


    Reba Kelloway had already done bad things to her.


    Joanna didn’t take Reba Kelloway that seriously, nor did she consider her a big deal.


    As far as she was concerned, she didn’t want to let such trivial people affect her life. If Reba wanted to deal with her, the most likely method would be to nder her online. Joanna wasn’t afraid of that; she had been ndered before.


    Even when she was an unknown, with hardly any fans, Reba couldn’t seed.