My Extraordinary Wife

Ashlyn remained fast asleep, much to his surprise.

Lucas frowned and stroked her cheek gently. “Honey?”

Why is she still asleep?

Is she really that tired after the flight?

Something’s definitely wrong…

Suddenly, Spencer’s phone rang. “Yes… Alright, understood. I’ll convey this information to Mr. Nolan.”

Lucas stiffened. “What happened?”

“It’s Lilian, Mr. Nolan,” Spencer answered. “The butler just informed me that her autopsy report is ready. She had smeared a lethal amount of backtrack poison on her body that acted up quickly. The shot you fired simply sped up the process. This poison is developed by the NN Terrorist Group and reduces the mental state of the victim to that of a toddler.”

Lucas’s eyes glinted dangerously. “Backtrack poison from the NN Terrorist Group? How is she connected to such a dangerous organization? Tell them to look into this matter immediately.”

“Yes, Mr. Nolan.”

Lucas picked Ashlyn up bridal style and lifted her out of the car.

After setting her down on the bed back home, he went straight for the bathroom.

Ashlyn woke up after a while to the sound of water rushing from the bathroom. She blinked a few times before realizing she was back at Whitland Villa.

danced across her vision, rubbing her

I fell

telling how long I

looked at her

stay here any longer… I’ll poison

sent a message to Jared: I’m at Whitland

the time Lucas emerged from the bathroom, Ashlyn

a small piece of

it read:

darkened as his grip on

Why are you leaving?

so much, and you’re

How dare you!

*

Rover sped along the roads under

voice growing lower

to the office,” she

She went overseas for only a short while, and someone

open, she continued, “Tell everyone to

“Yes, Boss!”

the Centennial Healthcare pharmaceutical research

already at the

were yawning and looking half-asleep while the nocturnal ones were scoffing at them.