My One In A Million Wife

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 20

Anger flashed across the man’s face. “I didn’t know you’re a doctor. Why have you never told me about that?”

Ashlyn looked at him like he had gone crazy. “Excuse me. I’m busy.”

The nurses and doctors exited the operating theater right then. “Dr. Berry, I have a question regarding this procedure.”

“Dr. Berry, remember the arteries? You avoided them so deftly. I nearly gasped in shock when I saw you make that cut right next to the arteries.”

“Dr. Berry, was there really a lesion? I didn’t see anything wrong back then.”

Lucas watched as the woman answered the questions from her surgical team in a low voice. She looked dazzling and charming in her element and was no longer gentle and coy.

Instead, she treated him like a stranger indifferently. It was as if they were miles apart from each other despite being so physically close.

Just what kind of person she was?

on? Why isn’t Mr. Nolan here yet? Did you tell him I got

be here soon,” Terry Peters, her manager,

all your fault for coming up with this horrible idea. You said I wouldn’t get hurt, but I twisted an ankle!” Cindy stared at her bandaged ankle which was hurting a

at the door. He made sure no one was near the room before he declared, “I lied to Lucas and told him you’re in surgery. I even informed the paparazzi to wait at the entrance for him. When he arrives, I guarantee he make

sighed. “I’ve waited since

then, a knock sounded

at once. Cindy put on a weak look before she called faintly, “Come

you

the door, Cindy couldn’t help

Nolan is busy. He told me to visit you.” Spencer immediately understood Cindy’s intention. Lucas was indeed, irresistible to most women. “How are you feeling? Please let me know if you

be able to walk for the time being.” Cindy was dismayed. Why did Lucas send his assistant instead of coming himself? Damn

rest. We’ll help you reschedule your filming schedule with the production team,” Spencer announced and left right

sounds of things smashing to the

thought, You want to be Mrs.

off the table with one large sweep of