My Extraordinary Wife

“You shouldn’t have been so naughty,” Franklin murmured as he gently caressed the black cat’s fur. The black cat’s green eyes were deep and slightly frightening.

Ashlyn felt unusually calm despite facing the odd couple. She stood by Lucas and listened to the three of them converse. She quirked her lip, feeling cold and parched.

In an unrestrained and partially disdainful voice, she said, “I’m the one who gets to decide what to do with my life. The two of you have no right to meddle with my affairs. You’re better off saving your energy. I’m with Lucas because we are in love with each other and it’s not because of anything else. So, what other methods do you have to break us apart? You can always try,” Ashlyn said, turning a mocking gaze at Livia. “So? Will you admit defeat?”

Instantly, Livia’s expression darkened. It was true that her martial art skills were not strong enough to defeat Ashlyn when they were at the hospital previously.

It greatly shamed her, and Ashlyn was currently using it to make fun of her.

Livia’s heart was filled with hatred as she glared at Ashlyn icily. “You b*tch! Get her! Make sure you mess up her face!”

The moment she uttered the words, the men in black behind her pounced on Ashlyn and Lucas like wolves.

Backing away, Ashlyn put some distance between herself and Lucas and prepared to fight.

suddenly stepped in front of her and intercepted one of the

fluid as he

to the side, neatly evading one

grabbed a vase near the door and threw it at

shattered upon impact and left a bloody streak

weak. She lifted a leg and

hurriedly got

onto the couch with a

Livia joined the fray. However, she had grossly underestimated Ashlyn’s

be able to capture Ashlyn easily. In fact, she had forgotten how strong Lucas

have lost his mind. When that happened, Ashlyn would be

that she did not manage to provoke Lucas into

and his handsome look carried a hint of coldness

punches rained down upon

his

leader of an ancient martial arts