My Extraordinary Wife

Ashlyn then cleaned the cut on Lucas’ finger.

Spencer extended his neck to sneak a peek. Ooh!

The cut was at least three centimeters long, and it looked so deep that Lucas’ skin and flesh were both protruding outwards. Mr. Nolan, did you need to be that cruel? Even to your own finger?

“Do you honestly think that your finger is the beef?” scolded Ashlyn as she wrapped his finger up, “Don’t let water get into it!”

Ashlyn stood up after she dealt with the cut. Her beautiful face was fuming, and she glared at the man on the sofa.

Cutting the beef gracefully was fake, and his charms were a ruse as well. That man is nothing but an idiot in the kitchen!

Lucas sat there without saying a word. He remained quiet as she tended to his wound.

His dark eyes burned as he stared at Ashlyn without looking away.

It felt as if she would flee if he even blinked.

Ashlyn hated that feeling.

She felt like a prey that had been targeted by a hunter. She was locked in, and there was no escape.

Ashlyn didn’t say anything else. She simply turned and walked into the kitchen, before slamming the door shut.

see that the man on the sofa was grinning

Spencer was utterly speechless.

your blood flushed out. Yet, you are still so happy that you are grinning. Are you nuts? You

Inspiration suddenly hit Spencer!

purpose, did you? Is this all a

third-wheel, so he made up an

the kitchen for over an hour before she finally got all the

that Lucas asked for were there, and as

amazing

that there weren’t any vegetables after she had finished preparing all the

to the dining table. However, she thought about how Lucas’ finger was injured, so she turned her head to get Spencer over. That was when she saw that Lucas was sitting alone on the sofa and staring

“Where is Mr. White?”

some

for dinner,” said Ashlyn as she took her apron off and carried the dishes out on her

Spencer as soon as she got

get him to help carry the dishes out, but he left, so it’s fine,” answered Ashlyn as she

stood up and walked to the dining table. His brown gaze swept to Ashlyn. Wow! My Ashlyn didn’t plan on making me carry the dishes? D-does that mean that she is worried about me? Being injured really is the

soup out. After that, she went

when she

a few slices of beef and popped them into

the kind of intense pleasure that could