My Extraordinary Wife

What does it matter if Lucas owns the place? We’ve made a reservation already, and the customer is king. It’s not like he can move the entire private room somewhere else.

It never crossed Mary’s mind that Lucas would go to such great lengths.

The Peacock was beautiful and exquisitely decorated. Every corner of the space exuded a sense of elegance and luxury.

A waiter approached them as soon as they walked into the restaurant. The waiter wore a sleek, black uniform and smiled at them politely. “May I ask if you’ve reserved a private room?”

“We’ve booked the largest private room. Hurry up and take us there,” Mary answered haughtily, as though that was the only way to make it seem that she had not lost to Ashlyn.

“Sure. Please follow me,” the waiter replied promptly.

Feeling that she had regained some dignity, Mary’s spirits lifted a little.

tilted her head upward haughtily. The others also relaxed their

private room despite being The

at them without uttering a

manager walked over, then said to Lucas and Ashlyn in a respectful tone,

look of disbelief, and she felt dazed. It was as though she was reeling from a slap to the face. Unable to remain calm, she demanded, “What do you mean? Are you saying he can

room at The Peacock. It’s usually not open to the general public, so… I hope you can understand. We reserve it

her chest heaved violently. An exclusive private room

he’d have his own private room. After all,

ground, so who knows whether The Peacock’s days are numbered?”

down Mary’s spine. Their words make me shudder in fear. It sounds as though something is about

their private room as she could barely walk straight with her mind in a daze.

sat next to her. Needless to

into a conversation with James about what had happened earlier.

a cold expression. She saw that Mysterious yet Majestic’s