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.”

herself from nodding off. “Just call me when you’ve finally cleaned them

worried that Lucas would slack off, she was about to turn back

pink floral-print apron tied around Lucas’s waist was a stark contrast to his black button-down shirt and casual pants. Even as she watched, he snapped on a pair of rubber kitchen gloves and prepared to face the

still handsome enough to make the earth

caught most of the

handle it. Ashlyn thought to

crabs, some oysters, a couple of scallops, and a few squids into the sink. The crabs

the sink full of squirming seafood before him,

bought seafood. He should have bought beef or mutton instead. As someone who never handled fresh seafood before, he did not have any idea

out his phone and started to

time he was finally finished with cleaning all

went upstairs to wake

peaceful as a newborn baby’s. Her dark hair spread around her head like a halo, still wavy from the braid

was awoken by someone nibbling on

a butterfly spreading its wings. Ashlyn saw the very familiar man holding himself above her, a very distinctive floral-print apron tied around his waist as he gently bit

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