My Extraordinary Wife

“You sure are my daughter.” Mary nodded in satisfaction.

After lunch, Ashlyn was on her way to her lounge with Shannon, in which the logo of their brand, LX was affixed on the door.

Fashion Week had prepared separate lounges for every guest and brand owner.

Ashlyn had never been in the habit of taking a nap during lunch break. But Shannon, on the other hand, half nervous and half excited, fell asleep on the couch shortly after.

Ashlyn shook her head and got up, wanting to use the restroom.

She grabbed her purse and walked out of the room. Then heading in the restroom’s direction, as indicated by the signage, she suddenly heard a sexy, panting sound when she walked past a room.

“You and Mr. Reedman will vote for me this time, right, Mr. O’Brien?”

Ashlyn’s forehead puckered.

voice sounds so

was slightly ajar—Megan was being pinned against the sofa by a tall European man, whose one hand was unbuttoning her roughly

Hobbs, your scent is really unforgettable,” O’Brien spoke with an accent. “You Eurasian women have such

coquettishly, wrapping

X from your company has really great taste! Her designs are very soulful and bold! How about… you introduce her

tall and slender figure and that delicate body, O’Brien couldn’t help but feel his body tighten and his belly

was mysterious and gorgeous, looking very attractive despite the mask. He couldn’t help wanting

she forced a smile and said in a sweet voice, “Hey, how could you do this? You have your eyes on that X, haven’t you? If you fancy her, how about I get her for

haven’t played with a woman in a mask

breath, a hint of disdain flashing

me! Where did she even find the courage to do

she suddenly heard the sound of Abigail talking to another designer coming from

She could neither advance nor

if she left in