At this moment.
Joanna's focus was on something else entirely.
Frowning, she pushed the man away, her face slightly somber, "Ashton Heath, I'm going to ask you a question, and you better not lie to me."
"Okay, go ahead." Seeing her expression change, the man responded seriously, "I won't hide anything from you anymore. I'll tell you the truth about anything you want to know."
"You said just now that what happened that night was an accident? Someone mistook me for someone else and brought me to your room. So, originally, it was supposed to be another woman who went to your room?" Joanna's brow furrowed at the thought of this possibility.
If that night she hadn't been mistaken for someone else, if she hadn't been brought to Ashton's room.
Would the person Ashton spent the night with be another woman?
Although this assumption was impossible.
But just thinking about the possibility made Joanna feel terrible.
A deep, sexy chuckle sounded in her ear.
