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.

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

into an argument with him

this man be any more unreasonable?! Ashlyn had no other choice but to kiss the

“How insincere.”

indicating her to

her eyes. “Don’t push your

closer

heavily, his chest heaving as

he reluctantly let go of

down from his lap, pulled open the door, and dashed off, as though someone was

did he insist on changing his flight with someone else?

into business with

order to secure two votes from

liberal about such things, regardless of their nationality. To have a woman willingly present themselves before them, not to mention a Eurasian woman,

to fall apart from being manhandled by

covered in hickeys, breathing in the whiff

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

squeezing Megan’s thigh. “Don’t worry. The