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.

arrogant because of her exceptional embroidery skills, nor was she worked up

was as though it was merely an ordinary occurrence, as typical as eating and

Ryan gazed at Ashlyn with a

His heart raced wildly.

woman naturally

fell on the imposing and handsome man behind

men

could distinctly sense the possessiveness

other hand, instantly sensed Ryan’s

look in his eyes whenever he gazes at her is downright irritating. Hah! Another one of her

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

gaze and looked at

promised to introduce me to the person I desire to

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

dark room was usually used to punish the help who committed

into tears. “Mom! I don’t want to

even has it that there are rats and bugs. Penelope and I have always been living the high life, so how could we

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