My Extraordinary Wife

Ashlyn scanned the room, soon realizing that this was the bedroom she had once slept in for the past four years.

Did Lucas bring me back here?

Memories started flooding back to her.

The powerful masked man and the incredibly jealous Lucas…

Ashlyn’s head began to hurt.

Her body felt refreshed, but the soreness reminded her of the times she had slept with Lucas in the past.

Did we just do it again?

The answer was obvious.

Yet, why does Lucas look so grim as always?

Ashlyn sat up and wanted to speak, only to realize that her throat didn’t allow her to.

With a frown, she scanned the room and noticed a glass of water on the bedside table.

She gulped the water down immediately.

The feeling of the fluids flowing down her dry throat was akin to having a river in the middle of a desert.

down her water, Lucas had already stubbed out his cigar. He opened the glass door and

man had a light tobacco scent

marriage, Ashlyn had never

the first

up in a clear but slightly

bit her lip. “One

glass, refilled it with

leaned over, the scent of tobacco from his breath

as she took

couldn’t help but glance at the

looked especially gloomy as the light shone on his dashing,

was also a chilling look in his eyes

as she felt something warm and familiar

Crap! I’m early again.

had always been irregular ever since she had been infected with the

put the glass down and instinctively

firmly grabbed her shoulders and forced

think you’re going?” the

grew frantic. It’s flowing out even

feel the fluid oozing out and making her

if she didn’t hurry to the

go of me,” Ashlyn insisted. “I have to use

you really just going to the bathroom?” Lucas glared at her with his hawk-like eyes,