My Extraordinary Wife

Lucas?

When did he arrive?

How incredibly dexterous was this man? How had he managed to slip his arm over my shoulders while I was asleep? And I didn’t even notice it at all?

On the other hand, how much do I trust him that I had let down my guard completely around him?

Ashlyn shook her head helplessly.

Realizing that she was awake, Lucas snapped the magazine shut.

Gazing at her with his pair of deep eyes, a look of adoration overcame Lucas’s face. “Did you sleep well?”

“What brings you here?” Ashlyn found that the nap had rejuvenated her completely.

It was as though the life had finally seeped back into her veins.

at Lucas’s handsome face had caused her anxieties to

and visit my wife at her office?”

“Are you going to treat

to be my treat. I’ll be treating you to meals for the rest of your life.” Lucas bent down and pecked Ashlyn on her

pushed him away, her face reddening. “Oh, stop

and gazing at her with amusement,

go!” Ashlyn sat up immediately. “I’ll have to wash up

there was a scene in the

From the racing attire he was wearing, it was quite apparent that

of dyed blue hair on his forehead only accentuated the cynicism and carelessness with which he regarded

up from the sofa and said, “Lucas, you promised to help me find the God of Cars.

vanished without a

knows where he is,” Lucas lamented, looking rather morose. “No matter how much I

and patted his shoulder comfortingly. “Don’t worry too much about it. You’re already our nation’s ace! You shouldn’t

racing club. He was very talented at the sport, and his extraordinary skills had won him the title of reigning National Champion for the

naturally been chosen to lead Nolan Group’s racing team

contests. Those who have watched him race say that his highest speed is 916 miles an hour. Although I’ve never seen him, he’s acknowledged as a god by everyone in the underground racing scene. If I get him to