My Extraordinary Wife

Lucas had a poker face while staring at her with an unfathomable gaze. He pursed his lips and said nothing.

Hera became anxious, and tears started pooling in her eyes. “I know I might have done something to change your perception of me. But, for Grandpa’s sake, can you please show up? I believe I’ll win the first prize if you’re there.”

She stared at Lucas intensely with a look full of anticipation and desire as she said that earnestly with a pitiful tone.

The atmosphere in the ward was a little awkward at that time.

Just as Hera thought Lucas would not accept her invitation, he stretched out his long, slender hand and took the ticket. “I’ll be there.”

Hera widened her eyes in disbelief. The tears that had been swimming in her eyes began rolling down her cheeks. She was unsure if it was due to her earlier aggrievance or her current state of excitement.

Hera then turned to look at Bob and sounded surprised as she said, “Grandpa, he agreed!”

Bob’s face was still pale at that time. He did not look excited like Hera. Instead, he just thanked Lucas faintly, “Thank you, Mr. Nolan.”

“You’re welcome, Mr. Chapman.” With that said, Lucas nodded to Bob before turning and leaving.

She asked in confusion, “Mr. Nolan, you know about Ms. Chapman’s real identity. Why did

mockery flashed across Lucas’ eyes. “Ashlyn will attend the International Piano Competition for

his gaze on the ticket, snorted, and flicked his

that, the ticket fell into

need Hera’s ticket even

different kinds of food. They then went back to the

they also brought some snacks for Greg and

mood had lightened significantly after having fun with

into an elevator

got back to the hotel after work. They had never expected to bump

doors were closing, Helena and her assistant rushed over and yelled, “Hey, please wait for

Helena stepped inside the elevator. Just as she was going to thank Ashlyn, she raised her head and noticed Naomi, who had

said disdainfully, “Oh? Someone is not a celebrity yet, but she’s acting like one already?

in, “How can she act like she’s a popular

doubt that their arrows of sarcasm were aimed at

mere sight