My Extraordinary Wife

Did that murderous aura really come from Chef Howard? Nah, I must’ve made a mistake.

At the entrance of Imperial Hotel.

The cars were driven over.

Winsor immediately saw that Lucas’ domineering and possessive arm was around Ashlyn’s waist. That got Winsor upset, and he couldn’t hold it in. “Mr. Nolan, you’re married, so isn’t it inappropriate to hold Ms. Berry this closely in public? Aren’t you worried that your wife would get upset and make you sleep on the couch tonight?”

Flames of fury danced in Lucas’ eyes. If he never got a divorce, he would’ve been able to tell Winsor to f*ck off there and then.

My wife is right beside me!

Unfortunately…

All Lucas could do was frown a little and glare at him. Lucas pointed out, “My relationship with my wife has nothing to do with you.”

However, Lucas felt like those words carried no power. It was simply not the same as shouting that his wife was right beside him!

If it weren’t for the divorce, Lucas could make Winsor eat his words.

Lucas had regretted his decision after getting the divorce, but he only regretted it once, and that regret zipped by quickly.

That was normal since he had never thought about why he was addicted to hanging around Ashlyn.

regretted getting a divorce

and lively that she would attract all sorts of suitors to

one before five more

he had known all that early on, he

twisted her waist a little to get out of the man’s hold, but Lucas had locked her waist

that,

even after the divorce? I wanna hang out with Ashlyn,

Inside the Bentley.

aura was a little stiff in the car, and it felt

hell were you doing? I came here in

and his annoyance

down, nor would

however, darkened

hell is so good about that brat? Gah, I’m

hopeless in the deepest

he was jealous of that little

felt stuffed and uncomfortable as he resisted the urge to lean over

lesson, so that she’ll stop going around attracting crazy amounts

thinking that, Lucas put on a grouchy expression and asked, “When did you two get so close?