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.

one hand holding her ankle, Lucas placed his other hand on the wound as

slightly rough fingertips

from the bottom of her sole and rushed straight into

a moment, Ashlyn forgot

crystal chandelier

an instant, her leg

what words could describe her feeling. It was odd, to

her slender and

He forced himself to look away and muttered, “Don’t wear heels if you

not reply to

Ashlyn shifted her gaze elsewhere and tucked the stray strands

did not know why her ears were heating

face

“Ms. Berry.”

cup of ice cream in his hands and

served. I took one

romantic tension between Lucas and

to lick

have frozen the scene

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

was intense, and he looked

out her tongue to lick the ice cream again.

was