My Extraordinary Wife

After the man got down from the car and opened the door, he stared at her.

She stared back for a while.

The man was always surprising Ashlyn. Right now, he was acting so gentlemanly.

Yet, the more he acted this way, the more Ashlyn felt that the man had lost his mind.

“I’m not going to do anything. I haven’t eaten my dinner, so I was hoping that you can make me some food.”

Lucas furrowed his brows in displeasure when he noticed her wary look.

So she can enjoy her meal with Fraser, but it’s tough to get her to make me a meal. All I want is dinner.

His heart ached as if needles were stabbing at it.

“Can’t you just make me dinner?” Lucas asked the woman in the car. It was a question, but he said in a firm tone, leaving her no room to reject.

If it were possible, he would have eaten her instead.

But he knew she would not agree to it.

“No. If you’re not going to send me back, I’ll go home myself.” Ashlyn rejected instantly. Her instincts were screaming at her that if she took a step into this familiar house, she would not emerge from it tonight. Somehow, the man would find ways to keep her in there.

Abruptly, Lucas hissed as he pressed hard on his stomach. His brows were knitted, and color left his face.

He looked… miserably beautiful.

no pity. She was not obliged to serve him dinner

Yet…

anything since lunch, not even dinner. He only drank a cup of coffee. If this continues…

was at a loss for

have to do with

the car and stood

she should do now was to go home, take

the producing director was

She was exhausted.

miserable look as he continued to press his hand on the stomach. He slowly walked closer to Ashlyn

took a step back. “If your stomach hurts, take

was exuding a terrifying aura, and there was

like a

Damn it!

some

Spencer was speechless.

looks helpless? Which part of you looks

look like you’re barely holding yourself back from

few seconds, Ashlyn calmly looked into the

you

a hint of sympathy could be heard from