My Extraordinary Wife

“Lucas, we are already divorced. Stop being so curious about me. I have no obligation to answer your question.” Ashlyn finished her wine in a single gulp. Placing the glass down, she stood up and announced, “I’m going back to my room.”

The door to the other bedroom slammed shut.

Lucas frowned slightly, his expression unreadable.

After two minutes, he heard the sound of water flowing from the bedroom.

She was bathing.

When he imagined the image of her alluring body and fair skin, he found that he had become erect.

The sounds of the water flowing stopped after ten minutes.

However, Lucas felt extremely warm and his throat became parched.

Ashlyn’s influence on him was more significant and stronger than he had ever imagined.

He missed her deeply and urgently.

Taking a deep breath, he tossed his phone onto the sofa and decided to take a cold shower.

After bathing, Ashlyn felt a little hungry. She dried her hair and opened the door, preparing to find something to eat in the kitchen.

heard a mobile phone ringing

a look, she realized that it

incoming call from

and knocked on Lucas’ door. However, no one

she could hear the sound of water

onto the sofa and headed towards

and a little bit of meat in the fridge. As they looked quite fresh, the staff must have just placed them in the fridge

a picky eater. He would rather cook than eat

Ashlyn did not know how he found the courage

think that a 1.85-meter tall

preparing the food probably prepared simple ingredients, because they

them into thin slices. Then, she took out the spinach and tomatoes as

frantically ringing in the living room, showing

again. Again, the screen showed an

is

door. A

He’s done so soon?

the door open to see Lucas wiping his hair. His upper body was naked, with only a white towel wrapped

defined as a bar of chocolate. A few drops of water dripped from his hair, flowing down his

not help but feel her cheeks heat up. “Your phone

I see. My hands are still wet, so you can help me accept the call first,” responded Lucas, holding a towel in his hands. His hair was wet and disheveled, but it did not