My One In A Million Wife

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 87

When Jared arrived home, Ashlyn was reviewing some documents in the living room.

“What are you reading?” The man loosened his necktie and sat down on the rug in front of the sofa. He crossed his legs slightly as there was no room for him to rest his legs, making him look casual and relaxed.

“I have to perform two surgeries tomorrow and the day after, so I’m making some notes.” Ashlyn made her notes while reading the documents. She looked so gentle in her beige loungewear. All hints of her being a cold person were nowhere to be found.

Her fair cheeks and side profile looked perfect. She looked even more alluring as she wrote her notes with the black pen in hand.

“You’re so hardworking.” There was a slight stench of alcohol on Jared, but it wasn’t strong enough to disgust others.

He struggled a little as he pulled out his phone. After shaking his head to clear his head up, he forced his eyes open and said, “Boss, do you know you’re trending on Twitter again?”

Ashlyn was busy with her work so she didn’t have time to check what was going on Twitter.

She wasn’t the type to frequently check her Twitter account too. So with her eyes still fixed on her book, she replied casually, “What is it?”

yourself.” Jared showed her the contents on his

cocked an eyebrow. Mrs. Nolan had already divorced Mr. Nolan. “What’s

you want me to remove it from the trending topic?” Jared asked as he lazily swiped through his Twitter. He had gone for a round of drinks with a few rich heirs of Lake City at a famous club. One of the heirs, Mr. Watts, brought

he forced himself to sit in front

felt like she didn’t need to know about

finished talking,

It was Lucas.

 It’s already so late, why did he call

Something doesn’t seem right.

tossed it aside before continuing with her

phone’s screen kept on flashing with notifications. Lucas

can I post something on social media?” Jared acted brazenly under the influence of alcohol and stared

post whatever you want. It’s none of my business anyway. Why do you need to ask for my permission if you want to post something? Do I look like a tyrant to you?” Ashlyn was so focused on her notes that she

pleased. Then, he quietly snapped a photo of Ashlyn’s

hair tied back in a ponytail, but a strand of hair fell loose on her face. It made her look even more like an angel that had stepped out of