My Secret Billionaire Husband Chapter 4 - 4 4 Such a phenomenon has never happened before

The following day.

Upon waking, Joanna Lawrence realized she was alone in the expansive bed, though the hum of running water emanated from the bathroom.

She perched on the bedside, gripping the duvet tightly; her mind remained blank for a brief moment until her memories surged back with full clarity.

The recollection of the previous night caused her complexion to drain of all color.

As she sat mulling over these thoughts, the noise from the bathroom ceased abruptly.

Without a second thought, she suppressed the physical aches of her body, sprang from the sheets, hastily gathered her garments from the floor, and made a silent exit.

*

Shortly after Joanna departed, a crisp click echoed as the door swung open.

Ashton Heath stepped out of the bathroom.

Draped in a single bath towel, he revealed broad shoulders, a sculpted and muscular chest, a narrow waist, and legs so long they seemed sculpted by the heavens.

His dampened, disarrayed hair bestowed a carefree, untamed edge to his appearance.

He cast an indifferent gaze around the chamber, but upon noticing the disheveled bed was now vacant, his expression hardened and his eyes grew dark before he strode toward the bedside.

He dialed Denver Lancaster; shortly after, a languid voice answered: “Ashton, this is truly a shock! You are actually reaching out to me.”

Ignoring the jab, Ashton Heath stated flatly: “A woman was in my room last night.”

A profound silence hung in the air.

“Cough, cough, cough.” The man on the other line seemed to be choking, coughing up a storm, “What—what exactly did you just say? Ashton, does ‘stayed’ imply what I believe it does? Did you two, uh, do the deed?”

Ashton Heath answered simply: “Yes.”

“Cough, cough, cough…” The man erupted into another fit of coughing, sounding as astonished as if the sun had risen in the west, “Damn it, weren’t you absolutely repulsed whenever a woman dared to touch you? I recall when someone accidentally grazed you once, you washed your hands ten times over.”

“Correct.”

Yet, he had felt zero repulsion toward the woman from the night prior.

Far from being repelled, he had been intoxicated by the faint scent lingering on her skin.

He found himself unable to resist the urge to remain near her.

He had contacted Denver Lancaster in hopes of discerning just what had come over him.

“Are you implying that your condition has suddenly vanished?”

“I cannot be certain.” Ashton Heath remained quiet for a few beats, his brows knitting together in concern, “She appears entirely different from other females. My body does not reject her, and I find comfort in her presence.”

Such a phenomenon had never occurred before.

“Furthermore,” Ashton Heath peered down at the messy mattress, and after a moment of heavy thought, uttered solemnly, “I slept for six hours straight, never stirred once, and escaped that recurring nightmare.”

Denver Lancaster on the receiving end sounded stunned, “How can that be?”

Ashton Heath narrowed his eyes, massaging his temple with a voice that sounded notably raspy, “If I possessed the answer, I would not be phoning you. I am wondering if this is connected to her.”

Denver Lancaster questioned: “The woman who claimed your first time?”

Ashton Heath: “…”

After a brief moment of jesting, Denver Lancaster dropped the playful act, his tone shifts into one of gravity: “If you truly wish to confirm if she is the cause, the answer is simple. You just need to encounter her again, correct?”

Ashton Heath: “…”

Denver Lancaster added: “Ashton, I am not being flippant. If she is indeed the source of this change, that woman is your savior.”

Savior?