Before Ashton Heath could finish drying her hair, she had already fallen asleep.
Ashton turned on the hairdryer at its lowest setting and patiently dried her hair for over half an hour. Once he was sure her hair was completely dry, he turned off the hairdryer, moved carefully, and picked her up in his arms.
He carried Joanna Lawrence quietly to the bed, gently placed her on it, and pulled the covers over her.
The freshly dried hair was fluffy and soft, giving off a faint sweet scent.
Ashton sat down next to the bed, looking at the sleeping girl, thinking of the words she had just said to him. His heart trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but lean down and give her soft, fragrant lips a gentle kiss.
He reached out, caressing her fair face that had turned slightly red, his deep eyes filled with infatuation and tenderness, "Joanna, remember what you said to me. In our next life, you must continue to be my wife."
*
The next day.
