My One In A Million Wife

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 185

Lyanna’s lovely face was contorted into a twisted mask of jealousy. “I’ve been in love with him since we were kids. I promised myself I would become Mrs. Nolan when I grew up. If even that cheap b*tch Hera can smile and flirt with him, how dare he not even look at me?”

“I can’t stand this insult, Damian. There’s only one family with the name Berry in Lake City, and they might as well be trailer trash. Do you really think the Nolan family can accept a girl from that type of family as a daughter-in-law?”

Damian swallowed nervously. “But didn’t we hear that Lucas was married? There’s already a Mrs. Nolan.”

Lyanna chuckled coldly. Judging by what she knew of Lucas, hell would freeze over first before he ever got married.

“If he were really married, I’m sure we would at least see his wife at one point. That incident where he rescued people on a plane? I’ll bet it’s another underhanded trick to promote South Star Airlines. Just look at their stock prices—it’s been going up continuously over the past few days!”

“Lyanna, I know you’re the smarter one and that you’ve always been more proud of yourself than I am, but I’m worried for you.” Damian heaved a sigh.

Lyanna glanced at him impassively. “I told you, stay out of my business.”

Damian’s lips moved like he wanted to say something, but in the end, he could only nod. “If you say so… “

…

this moment, in the Whitland Villa, two intertwined

air was heavy with musk, sweat

low groans and the woman’s breathy whimpers echoed through the room in time

worshiped her, the passion in his

clung desperately to her

against her, stripping her resistance away and

almost enough to send Ashlyn over the edge. He

pleasant haze in her mind, Ashlyn could vaguely see

never heard anyone call her since her mother

comforting to

by Lucas’s insatiable appetite. Finally, with every

the Spirogyra in her body settled down as well. As Ashlyn slept,

Even in sleep, she was luminous. Her finely arched brows were furrowed slightly, lending her a regal look as if something in her dreams

her world. Lucas could not resist grazing his hand across her smooth cheek, pinching

nose but did not stir. She must have been truly tired

passion in bed, finding her unbearably gorgeous when she fully gave herself over to her desires. Lucas could not help the stupid grin that spread

with calm contentment. But without Ashlyn, he would always inevitably descend into a spiral of dark

out a long exhale. He still could not get to the bottom of his tangled thoughts, but he just knew that he did not want to leave