My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 184

If Ashlyn followed Lucas home, she would just be offering herself up to Mrs. Nolan’s wrath on a silver platter. Joseph sighed again. Maybe Mrs. Nolan has already moved out. Lucas is divorced, after all.

It’s got to be like that. How else can Lucas bring Ashlyn home so casually?

Ashlyn pursed her lips. She turned to glance at Lucas, trailing her eyes across his sculpted features, precise and coldly handsome. It was an undeniable fact that this damned man was as good-looking as they came.

She could not help but struggle. “Let go of me—oh—”

Ashlyn found her lips occupied before she could make another sound. Lucas kissed her hungrily, devouring her lips with fervent intensity. She welcomed him in with a sigh. The taste of him silenced all of her protests. She knew that if she threw any further tantrums, he was going to literally kiss her to death.

Joseph’s eyes widened. To put it delicately, this was wild.

He did not know that Lucas could be so feral.

Directly kissing a woman into submission? Now that was something he could grudgingly respect.

Impressive!

floored the gas pedal, speeding along hurriedly until

gloriously disheveled mess

the door without another word, Lucas practically dragged Ashlyn out of the car. His hand was locked on her wrist, preventing any chance of

struggle, but

Feeling all that frantic wriggling terrified her as if the Spirogyra would burst from her veins anytime, puncturing her arteries and leaving her

why Ashlyn obeyed Lucas quietly, fearful of what might happen if she resisted. Her body was as feverishly heated

unsteady footsteps stumbled as Lucas pulled

roved over Ashlyn’s flushed face hungrily, drinking in her features that

chest. A forceful tug of his hand brought Ashlyn crashing into his arms. He swept her off her feet easily, hoisting her in

is all it takes to tame

actual strength behind it. In her current condition, she could only lie limply in his arms. Lucas only found her feistiness an added challenge,

the car, Joseph watched Lucas’s figure retreat into

divorced. There isn’t any other

his arms sheepishly, shaking his head at the

don’t need to come up for air,” he

turned the

was standing on her balcony, a lit cigarette in

looked at her worriedly.

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