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 on

a look, she realized that it

incoming call

knocked on Lucas’ door. However,

the sound of water flowing and thought that Lucas

she tossed the phone back onto the

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

was a picky eater. He would rather cook

know how he found the courage to swallow the food

amusing to think that a 1.85-meter tall man was still a picky

ingredients, because they knew that Lucas only knew how

from the fridge and began to cut them into thin slices. Then, she took out

kept frantically ringing in the living

Again, the screen showed an

Chapman is

phone, she knocked on Lucas’ door.

He’s done so soon?

thinking much about it, she pushed the door open to see Lucas wiping his hair. His upper

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

her cheeks heat up. “Your phone keeps ringing. It’s

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 affect his handsomeness