My One In A Million Wife

My One In A Million Wife [Ashlyn And Lucas] Chapter 160

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 160

The faint scent of sandalwood wafted over.

Behind the table was a screen with a drawing of a lady-in-waiting from historical times. The melodious harmony was coming from behind the screen.

The servers poured the two of them cups of tea before leaving the room.

Lucas let the beautiful music carry him away. His slender fingers softly tapped the tabletop in tandem with the rhythm.

Hera carefully blew on her steaming cup of tea as she watched the handsome Lucas.

When they entered the tea house, she had caught sight of several female customers and employees gazing at her with envy.

She could not help but revel in being the object of their jealousy.

She adored being the center of attention.

If only… We could stay like this forever.

As time slipped away, the harp continued to play, its tune just as captivating as ever.

impatient and huffed, “Lucas, do you think she’s just out to waste our time? It’s been over an hour and she still hasn’t shown

Lucas shushed her

could discern wisps of loneliness threaded through

of Ms. Saunders is in a league of its own. She

from all directions with its intensely brutal melody.

furrowed his brow.

marked the end of the music.

is Lucas Nolan. You were introduced to me by Ashlyn Berry and Mrs. Field. We come before you with

from before knocked on the door before stepping into the room. He

the server to the

But the area past it was enormous. The server pulled aside a sheer curtain and they continued waking through. Along the way, they passed a large

the brim with books, some of which were the only one

widened slightly at the sight of the numerous priceless antiques

further, they

far had felt as though they had traveled back

paper perforated the air. The intoxicating scent was enough to convince a person they had truly traveled back in

the door. The room inside was decorated with a sole dark red table. An antique bench was set down along every side of the table and a gently smoking

red historical clothing was perched on one of the benches. She cradled a harp in her

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