My Extraordinary Wife

The very instant Ashlyn and Lucas whirled around, out of nowhere, five burly men darted out.

“What extraordinary hearing, Ms. Berry. Sure enough, you’re different from the rest.”

In the next heartbeat, the man in the lead with scars littering his face swung his eyes to Lucas, a sinister look in them. “Mr. Nolan, seeing as you won’t obey Master and insist on being entangled with this woman, don’t blame us for showing you no mercy! Kill her!”

As soon as Lucas laid eyes on the man, his face went as black as thunder. A chilling sense of icy coldness emanated from him, and his lips were pressed into a thin line. “Hah! You’re Franklin’s lackey!”

“Master has warned you, Mr. Nolan! If you continue being with her, she won’t live to see tomorrow’s sunrise!”

As Ashlyn listened to their conversation, understanding finally dawned on her.

Ah, it turns out that the sound I heard was the movement of these five men! There isn’t anyone who needs saving. Instead, they’re here to kill me. Franklin’s men? There’s no grudge between us. Why does he want me dead? That aside, he even used me to threaten Lucas. Ah, I get it now. I know why Lucas distanced himself from me back then. It was because Franklin blackmailed him with my life. Hence, he chose to part from me in his pride. That must be it! Argh! My judgment was really clouded that I ended up being tricked by Franklin!

At that thought, she narrowed her eyes a fraction at the few burly men in front of her.

“Come at me if there’s anything. Why are you picking on my man?”

“Sure enough, the woman Mr. Nolan took an interest in is feisty! How intriguing!” The scarred man guffawed, his voice tinged with a hint of mockery. “Anyhow, it’s better to be gentle as a woman. Things won’t end well for you if you’re too feisty.”

“How annoying.”

Whisking out a pistol from her thigh, she pointed

the few other

less appearing in my line of sight! They’re my shame, reminding me of how Lucas was humiliated because of

written clearly

arrogantly. “A woman isn’t worthy of

whipped out a gun and aimed

daggers at her, he made to pull

haughty with me. She’s simply courting death! My wrath won’t

hate it when a piece of trash points a gun at

out than

in a sharp and swift

a stabbing pain at the back

thud rang out from his hand that held the gun as the weapon fell

gaped at the silver dagger embedded at the back of his hand, his eyes

gushed out of the back of his

you think you’re worthy of threatening my husband? Is my man someone whom a piece of trash like you

icy voice sounded beside him, merely inches away