My Extraordinary Wife

He was nearly drowned by the jealousy that crept through his heart.

Back then, he had found her silhouette vaguely familiar. Now that he had taken a closer look, his intuition was confirmed.

Olivia was slightly frustrated at how distracted Lochlan was.

“Mr. Lochlan, if the sight of me makes you lose your appetite, let’s not have this meal then.”

“That’s a little too serious, Ms. Warhol,” Lochlan brought his gaze back and replied her coolly.

After dinner, Joseph brought Charlotte out of the restaurant.

“Lottie,” a cold voice which darkly hinted of anger piped up behind her.

Charlotte turned in shock only to see Lochlan walking out with a woman.

Charlotte turned pale when she saw Olivia, who was dressed to the nines complete with her heels.

This was the socialite that was matchmade with Uncle Lochlan, right?

and superior character, only

looked at her own pink outfit guiltily. She did not dare to look at Olivia earlier at the countryside. Now that she had taken

to bump into

waves of anxiety washed over her, and

the same time, a large, warm hand held her little hand and an enchanting voice

raw jealousy and unwillingness in his eyes was plain for

she related to

he had always been a calm person who rarely displayed his emotions

up blankly and her gaze fell on Joseph’s concerned handsome

seemed to be relieved to a

a deep breath and forced herself to look at Lochlan. He seemed

sorry, sir, I

with you, Lottie? What’s going on? Why didn’t you come home? How

the guilty party, and his large hand gripped her slim shoulders

he managed to curb

the more he attempted to get closer to Charlotte, the more she

Lochlan see how disfigured I am

run,

and screamed in her attempt to

face was spruced