My Extraordinary Wife

She took off her shoes to look at her soles. There was a blister from the continuous friction.

Without hesitation, she burst the blister and dried the wound with a tissue.

“You only have yourself to blame for wanting to look good.” A crisp voice sounded out from above her head.

Ashlyn knew who it was without lifting her head.

“Are you indirectly admitting that I’m pretty?”

Lucas was speechless, but it was not the first time anyway.

He sat beside the woman and placed her leg on his knee. When his hand wrapped around her ankle, he paused.

He looked up to find the woman slightly narrowing her eyes.

Several strands of her hair were dangling in front of her face. She looked cute and enticing.

Ashlyn rarely did her makeup; most of the time, she went out with no makeup.

Lucas had not expected her to look breathtaking when she did her makeup.

Ashlyn was about to put her leg back then when a hand stopped her.

ankle, Lucas placed his other hand on the wound as he wiped the wound with a piece of

slightly rough fingertips were brushing

bottom of her

moment, Ashlyn

the crystal chandelier enveloped

her leg

her

fair ankle in his hand. Even her slender and fair legs were pretty. Her feet had flawless toes with

himself to

not reply

gaze elsewhere and tucked

know why her

face

“Ms. Berry.”

traveled to her ears. The muscular man had a cup of ice cream in his hands and was walking toward

took

between Lucas

and stuck out her tongue to lick it. Satisfaction emerged in her eyes,

have frozen the scene

temperature, she looked into Lucas’ cold eyes. For a moment, she thought she saw the ice shrouding the

man’s icy gaze was intense,

tongue to lick the ice cream

texture was