My Extraordinary Wife

This is definitely not Ashlyn’s work.

That’s not how her coffee tastes like.

The breakfast doesn’t taste like anything she usually makes.

The realization made a cold look crawl into the man’s eyes, and the look would have frozen the cup of coffee if it could.

“Lucas, I made sausages too. Do you want to try it?”

Enduring the soreness of her body, Hera smiled as she carried a tray toward the dining table.

She had not noticed the changes in her surroundings nor the tension in the atmosphere.

“Who gave you the permission to enter my house? And even the kitchen to cook?” In Lucas’ cold tone was intense displeasure.

His gloomy expression made Hera’s smile freeze. He’s not happy? When she received Lucas’ message early in the morning, she hurriedly dragged her sore body over to make breakfast for him, but he seemed unhappy about it.

“Lucas, weren’t you the one who sent your men to give me a message, telling me to come over and make breakfast for you? You’ve even given me your house address…” Hera found herself barely able to breathe as he questioned her.

“Hera, who do you think you are? I never sent anyone to send you a message nor ask you to come to my house. Don’t do insignificant things.” Lucas coldly uttered. How free and scheming is she?

impression of her will change just

Lucas, my love for you is sincere!” She had been busy since morning. Not only did she not get anything in return,

took out a letter from her purse and mumbled, “You can look at it if you

sure you came prepared.” Lucas chuckled in a low voice, “Your tears worth nothing to me. Don’t assume that I’d

close to exploding

stood in front of the table, upset. Her hands were still gripping tight onto the

Lucas who

person trying to make Lucas hate

only be one Mrs. Nolan in this house, and only one woman can be here. I don’t

for years. He

this incident

just been f*cked by so many men last night, but here she is acting

she think that she’s the lady of

How ridiculous!

she saw Hera, who was

her brows and glanced at Lucas, who was seated at

was food on the table, but the man

made you breakfast, I’ll take my leave