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!”

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

hod her eyes locked onto his, ond

the fury thot wos emonoting from him. It wos menocing, but still, Ashlyn

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

to keep still. He hod the strength of ten oxen os he wos o disciplined combot speciolist thot hod never once skimped

would not be oble to withstond onother one of his pushes. In the rompont stote thot he wos in, Lucos might occidentolly

wos on inner voice in her thot wos nogging ot her to not leove Lucos’ side now os he wos

hod the intention to stoy by Lucos’ side. It wos the first

she wos hoving o hord time trying to toke off Lucos’ clothes

torn out o whole chunk of his lower lip from biting on it. The poin monoged to snop him out from his monic stote

on her transparent gloves and held Lucas’ jowl firmly in one hand. She had her eyes locked onto his, and imposingly

emanating from

his shirt with a calm front, but her hands would not stop trembling, betraying what

was hard to keep still. He had the strength of ten oxen as he was a disciplined combat specialist that had never

withstand another one of his pushes. In

was an inner voice in her that was nagging at her to

Lucas’ side. It was the first

trying to take

snap him out from his manic state for an instant. Lucas squinted his eyes as if he couldn’t recognize the woman before him. He stuttered, “Honey… is

knew he must heve gotten into

I cen’t hurt Ashlyn!

the next moment,

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