My Extraordinary Wife

Lucas moved his hand away from Ashlyn once he was done, but he had his eyes glued to her, behaving as if he couldn’t bear to leave her out of his sight.

He sized every inch of the woman up, enjoying her presence and every single micro-expressions produced by the woman.

Ashlyn wanted Lucas to stay away from him. Hence, she tied up her hair immediately to prevent the man from taking advantage of her once again.

Lucas’ attractive voice echoed throughout her office as he broke the silence, explaining himself, “There’s nothing going on between us. We’re merely childhood friends.”

Ashlyn frowned in confusion because she couldn’t grasp the situation nor the meaning behind the man’s words.

She gave it a thought for a few seconds. In the end, she cast a skeptical gaze at the man.

“I’m talking about Hera,” Lucas explained himself once again due to the confused look the woman had on her face.

“Oh… Okay… What does your relationship with her have to do with me?” Ashlyn stared at the man in the eyes, asking because she still couldn’t fathom the idea behind the man’s words. In the end, she tried to chase Lucas out of her office, stating, “Can you please leave me alone? I’m really exhausted and wish to take a break.”

Ashlyn had renovated her office and segregated an individual room specifically for the purpose of resting.

She went towards the room once she finished her sentence, behaving as though she couldn’t be bothered by Lucas’ presence anymore.

finished her sentence, the man’s expression turned gloomy, and the temperature in the room seemed

unhappy with Ashlyn’s behavior because things were

got to drop her off at her workplace in a manner similar to how things used to be back in the days. However, Ashlyn paid no heed to the

office all

space was about to close, but a gigantic palm stopped it abruptly in the nick of time as Lucas forced his

the rationale behind his action either, but he had only one thing in

back to the gentle and lovable woman she used to be because he disliked the indifferent Ashlyn in front

wrathfully. If it weren’t because of Spirogyra,

a callous tone with an indifferent

by attempting to break free. Once she raised her head, she

emitted by the man could barely work against

necessary because I have never once enjoyed

and placed his frigid lips

against her lips, asking alluringly, “Are you sure

as soon as she detected the man’s frigid lips

eyes glinted stubbornly as a sign of retaliation although she