My One In A Million Wife

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 187

Lucas drove quickly, flooring the gas pedal. Soon enough, they were back at Whitland Villa.

By now, Ashlyn was a bit hungry herself. Since Lucas already bought the ingredients, she did not mind making breakfast personally.

After all, nothing could beat the sheer happiness of taking a nap after having a filling meal.

With her mind made, Ashlyn did not object as Lucas led her into the villa.

The sight that met her eyes left her stunned. Inside the living room, a few live crabs were scuttling around here and there, parading about the room as if they owned it.

Seeing someone intrude on their newfound territory, the crabs even scuttled towards Ashlyn quickly, clicking their pincers threateningly.

“Why are you just standing there?” Lucas asked, walking over with his car keys when he saw her stand dumbly at the door.

“Lucas, why the hell didn’t you put them in the sink?” Ashlyn pointed at the freely roaming crabs. It was far too early for a headache. “You know what? I give up. I order you to take care of it.”

already, Ashlyn was rubbing her eyes to keep herself from nodding off. “Just call me when you’ve finally cleaned them up. I’m going to

would slack off, she was about to turn back and tell him what

contrast to his black button-down shirt and casual pants. Even

Lucas was still handsome enough to make the

back the instructions she was about to give him. Lucas had already caught most of the escaped crabs, sticking them back into the bag

can probably handle

a few squids into the sink. The

the sink full of squirming seafood before him, feeling a headache start

or mutton instead. As someone

a sigh, Lucas pulled out his phone

he was finally finished with cleaning all

upstairs to wake

on the bed sleeping deeply. Her beautiful face was as peaceful as a newborn baby’s. Her dark hair spread

someone nibbling on her

open like a butterfly spreading its wings. Ashlyn saw the very familiar man holding himself above her,

a deadly charm. His eyes were half-closed, long lashes brushing across his cheeks.