My Extraordinary Wife

“Why are you irritated when you have just woken up? It seems like I have failed to please you, huh?” Lucas asked rhetorically, raising his eyebrows.

Ashlyn had no intention to waste her time engaging in such a pointless conversation with Lucas anymore. She turned on the tap and let the rush of the water drown out Lucas’s voice.

However, Lucas strode over and insisted on using the same tap as Ashlyn.

Streams of water flowed from the man’s body through his sturdy pecs and firm abs all the way down to his pelvic area.

Ashlyn seemed to have figured out why soap operas often featured scenes of male actors showering—— because doing so made them look extremely attractive!

Once they got themselves ready, they walked down the stairs and made their way to the dining hall.

Lilian sensed the affection the lovely pair had for one another from their intimate gaze.

Occasionally, Lucas would stare at Ashlyn, grinning. Lilian couldn’t believe her eyes because the man was even more attractive whenever he put a smile on his face.

She had never once come across such an intimate side of Lucas before, as he had always presented himself in a stern and serious manner in front of her.

I don’t get it! What’s so great about Ashlyn? She’s merely an ugly w****! If there’s anything about her that stands out, it’s only her above-average height and voluptuous figure.

women are the worst in terms of looks! They are no match

Ashlyn felt Lilian’s

suggested to Ashlyn that the former seemed to have grown fond of Lucas and

Lucas once he showed up. The butler asked her with

to stay by Mr. Nolan’s

alone because she deemed herself the best candidate

never let Ashlyn win

Nolan…” Once Lilian broke the silence with her greeting, Lucas

it took to send shivers running down Lilian’s

couldn’t bring herself to finish her sentence because she was

Ashlyn was enjoying her meal in the dining

dining hall’s window, illuminating the space and highlighting Ashlyn’s

Eurasian woman, whom she had deemed ugly all this while, flawless all of

especially in the way she carried herself. Ashlyn was like a Victorian princess who had traveled

once she had sized up Ashlyn, and noticed they resembled

appearance or temperament, they were each other’s best match.

engulfed by hatred and jealousy

over to Ashlyn’s side and swapped the plate of food he had in front of him with her plate of

Ashlyn’s unfinished sandwich nonchalantly, behaving as though he