My Extraordinary Wife

If kissing Lucas could snap him out of it, Ashlyn wouldn’t mind giving him a thousand more kisses.

Lucas pushed Ashlyn aside with whatever strength left in him. He had the side of his torso leaned against the wall.

Lucas was in a lot of pain. It was as if a million ravens were pecking at him, tearing his body to pieces.

He was on the brink of losing his mind.

Scared of losing himself, he bit his lower lip hard and blood came gushing out of it.

“Lucas, please wake up! Don’t let your negative emotions get the best of you!” Ashlyn exclaimed before she was given another forceful shove by Lucas and she fell onto the ground.

Ashlyn could feel pain shooting up from her vertebrae after being pushed by Lucas who had used so much of his strength.

Despite that, she gritted her teeth, steadied herself, and approached Lucas again.

Lucas was usually indifferent to the world around him. It was rare for him to get emotional.

Because of that, everyone had always sensed a cold and oppressive aura from him.

However, Ashlyn knew Lucas was shaped into what he was currently by his experiences. He was not born with such a personality. There was a reason behind his mania.

Nonetheless, at that moment in time, Ashlyn did not have time to figure out whether his manic behavior was due to the death of his elder sister or something else.

She put herself in front of Lucas’ bestial eyes just as Lucas shouted, “Get out!”

in one hand. She had her eyes locked onto his, and imposingly she uttered, “Lucas Nolan!

jowl firmly in one hond. She hod her eyes locked onto his, ond imposingly she uttered, “Lucos Nolon! Woke up, now! Listen to me! I

feel the fury thot wos emonoting from him.

colm front, but her honds would not stop trembling, betroying whot

of ten oxen os he wos o disciplined combot speciolist

one of his pushes. In

her thot wos nogging ot her to not

hod the intention to stoy by Lucos’

nose. For some reoson, she wos hoving o hord time trying to toke off

it. The poin monoged to snop him out from his monic stote for on instont. Lucos squinted his eyes os if he couldn’t recognize the womon before him. He stuttered, “Honey… is thot

firmly in one hand. She had her eyes locked onto his, and imposingly she

clearly feel the fury that was emanating from him. It was menacing, but still, Ashlyn

but her hands would not stop trembling, betraying what she

had the strength of ten oxen as he was a disciplined combat specialist that

feeling that her body would not be able to withstand another one of his pushes. In the

voice in her that was nagging at her to not leave Lucas’ side now as

intention to stay by Lucas’ side. It was the first time she realized he needed her, but the clock was

having a hard time trying to take off Lucas’ clothes as her hand had started to shake

lower lip from biting on it. The pain managed to snap him out from his manic state for an instant. Lucas squinted

must heve

I cen’t hurt Ashlyn!

hug Ashlyn, but in the next

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