My Extraordinary Wife

That reality and realization had Mary gritting her teeth in bitterness. Such resentment inundated her that waves of agonizing pain swept over her.

Lucas gazed at Ashlyn, who was a near distance away. She had her eyes lowered; her eyelashes beautifully curved. Her crystalline eyes reflected a myriad of colors.

The woman seemed radiant yet incredibly alluring, just like a bottle of fine wine during winter, cold yet intoxicating.

This is precisely how my woman should be!

Bianca looked at Ashlyn in excitement. “You’re so talented, Sweetie! I was just asking you who embroidered this handkerchief earlier, but from the look of things now, the answer is obvious. You were the one who embroidered it as well, no?”

It was only then that Seraphina noticed the handkerchief in Bianca’s hand. She chortled. “This is naturally Ashlyn’s embroidery. She’s probably the only person in this world who can embroider such a delicate yet unique centenary icon!”

At her resolute answer, the crowd went into an uproar once more.

Meanwhile, Nicholas grew increasingly emotional upon hearing that.

There’s no mistake about it! She must be that woman’s daughter! This is definitely it! I must get to the bottom of this matter!

“I’m glad you like it, Old Mrs. Yates.” Ashlyn remained as calm as ever, unaffected by all the praises.

was not arrogant because of her exceptional embroidery skills, nor was she worked up over

though it was merely an ordinary occurrence,

gazed at Ashlyn

His heart raced wildly.

woman naturally had men

the imposing and handsome man

two men

could distinctly sense the possessiveness and domination in the man’s

on the other hand, instantly sensed Ryan’s

whenever he gazes at her is downright irritating. Hah! Another one of her admirers, huh? Just wait and

his best to remind her of his presence. “Honey, how

that, Ashlyn lowered her gaze and looked at the

since Old Mrs. Yates has promised to introduce me to the person I desire to meet, I’ll leave them to her

of you, Sweetie!” Bianca nodded approvingly. Then, she ordered, “Lock them in the dark room. They’re not allowed to eat anything for three

usually used to punish the

tears. “Mom! I don’t want

it that there are rats and

eyes with a chilly countenance. “Going to the dark room is already the