My Extraordinary Wife

Ashlyn blushed scarlet, her voice terribly hoarse as she asked, “Why are you here?”

“How come I didn’t know that my wife is also the famous chief designer X of LX?” Lucas sized up the woman in his arms.

She was still wearing that white dress, beautiful and inimitable.

Ashlyn knew that even if she wore a mask, anyone who was familiar with her could naturally recognize her.

Lucas, for instance.

“It’s just a hobby,” Ashlyn said blandly. “I should go back to the lounge. I have to watch the show this afternoon.”

Lucas pressed his lips together, a tinge of melancholy flickering in his dark eyes. “Are you that desperate to get away from me?”

God… this man can’t stay serious for more than three seconds, can’t he?

“This is my job,” she said sternly, her delicate and beautiful face growing solemn.

to work. Kiss me and I’ll let you go,” Lucas said, clamping his arms around

get into an argument with him at such a place, lest people look at

no

“How insincere.”

twitched, indicating

her eyes. “Don’t

man suddenly came closer again,

heaving as he

he reluctantly

pulled open the door, and dashed off, as though someone was chasing her from

his flight with someone else? What does

was getting into business with O’Brien

really gone out her way in order to secure two votes from these two

regardless of their nationality. To have a woman willingly present themselves before them, not to mention

that, Megan’s insides were about to fall apart from being manhandled by two tall

in hickeys, breathing in the whiff of lust in the

a feeble voice, she said, “Gentlemen, I’ve already sent someone to drug X’s lounge. As soon as X walks in, you two will be able

put on their pants with a lewd smile, O’Brien squeezing Megan’s thigh. “Don’t worry. The award today