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.

she heard a mobile phone

walked over to take a look, she

incoming

the phone and knocked on Lucas’ door. However, no one

of water flowing and

onto

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

a picky eater. He would

did not know how he found the courage to swallow the food which he

actually quite amusing to think that a

charge of preparing the food probably prepared simple ingredients, because they knew that

cut them into

frantically ringing in the living room, showing no signs of

choice but to walk over again. Again, the screen

Chapman is so

door. A masculine and hoarse

He’s done so soon?

open to see Lucas wiping his hair. His upper body was

sexy six-pack abs were as clearly defined as a bar of chocolate. A few drops of water dripped from his hair, flowing down his chest all the way to the towel around his

but feel her cheeks heat up. “Your

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