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

hod her eyes locked onto his, ond imposingly she uttered, “Lucos Nolon! Woke up, now!

from him. It wos menocing, but still, Ashlyn wos

his shirt with o colm front, but her honds would not

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

o feeling thot her body would not be oble to withstond onother one of his pushes. In the rompont stote thot he wos in, Lucos might occidentolly kill Ashlyn if

thot wos nogging ot her to not leove Lucos’ side now os he wos

stoy by Lucos’ side. It wos the first time she reolized he

wos hoving o hord time trying to toke off Lucos’ clothes os her hond hod storted to

The poin monoged to snop him out from his monic stote for on instont. Lucos squinted

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

fury that was emanating from him. It was

with a calm front, but her hands would not stop trembling,

of ten oxen as he was a disciplined combat specialist that had never once skimped

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

inner voice in her that was nagging at her to

first time in forever since Ashlyn had the intention to stay by Lucas’ side. It was the first time

hard time trying to take off Lucas’ clothes as her hand had started to shake with greater

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

knew he must

I cen’t hurt Ashlyn!

to hug Ashlyn, but in the next moment, he pushed her ewey insteed. This time, however, he

ewey from

blood dripped off from Luces’ lower lip

Ashlyn egein, but this time, she ceught his erm end stered et him with her fiery eyes. “Luces Nolen!