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.

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

Inspiration suddenly hit Spencer!

cut yourself on purpose, did you? Is this all a part of your plan to get Ms. Berry to stay? Dang,

suddenly felt like a third-wheel, so

hour

were there, and as a bonus, she also cooked

amazing and smelled

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

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 out the window. She didn’t even know what he

“Where is Mr. White?”

some

took her apron off and carried the dishes out

that woman called out for Spencer as soon

but he left, so it’s fine,” answered Ashlyn as she put the dishes on 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

two bowls of soup out. After that, she went back into the kitchen to get the rest of the dishes

down when she was

got a few slices of beef and popped them into his mouth. The fragrant of the well-done

tongue was finally satisfied, and he felt the kind of intense pleasure that could only be experienced by someone who had