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.

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

argument with him at such a

can this man be any more unreasonable?! Ashlyn had no

“How insincere.”

indicating her to kiss

eyes. “Don’t

closer again, pressing his

man breathed heavily, his chest heaving as he said,

words, he reluctantly let

the door, and dashed off, as

changing his flight with someone else? What does he

into business with O’Brien and Reedman in her

way in order to secure

have a woman willingly present themselves before

fall apart from being manhandled by two tall European

sofa, covered in hickeys, breathing in

someone to drug X’s lounge. As soon as X walks in, you two will be able to see her face under the mask and do

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