My One In A Million Wife

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 229

Lucas had never gone grocery shopping with Ashlyn in the four years that they were married.

He never realized that grocery shopping with her would be that strange.

He had bought some seafood the last time he went out, and he somehow messed it up. It felt great to be by her side as she shopped for groceries.

Lucas’ lips curved up, and he was delighted.

When they got home, Lucas took off his coat and said to Ashlyn with a straight face, “I’ll help you.”

Spencer didn’t know what to say.

Mr. Nolan is so polite as an assistant, and it is astounding! His usual stance is so distant that he freezes others into a block of ice. Hell, I would’ve assumed that he is an emotionless robot if it isn’t for the fact that he can talk, think, and fly an airplane! Fortunately, Ms. Berry showed up and melted his robotic heart. Honestly though, Mr. Nolan, I feel bad for you when I see how you keep circling around Ms. Berry like that. If you hadn’t gotten a divorce back then, you and Ms. Berry would still be living a happy, married life. What a pity. Why did you have to hurt yourself and ask for a divorce? Ms. Berry doesn’t acknowledge you now, and I can’t blame her for that.

Spencer was busy internally dissing Lucas when the latter walked into the kitchen.

Ashlyn, on the other hand, had fished out all the fresh groceries from the bag.

She placed the ingredients that she didn’t need in the refrigerator.

“What would you like to eat?” asked Ashlyn as she turned to the handsome man who stared with puppy eyes and acted like he was waiting in anticipation.

glowed a little. “How about beef stew? Or

a few bites at the time, and now you want me to make the exact same dish

Lucas didn’t say anything.

dark puppy eyes simply stared at her, and his handsome face exuded the kind of hunger that words could not

tone was domineering and unreasonable when he insisted, “You promised you’d thank me, so you can’t

again, and the pain got to him

he kept

prepared

the Imperial Hotel couldn’t cure it, neither could

that familiar smell and taste could satisfy his famished stomach and

gaze that seemed to

the kitchen

awkwardly

many things that Mr. Nolan wants to eat. Does he really take Ms. Berry as a chef in a five-star restaurant? Moreover, Ms. Berry is right. The restaurant served all those dishes, but Mr.

say anything

on the ingredients. He was awkward and inexperienced as he

cook, and the most he had ever done was help

into pieces. You can cook it now,”

was sexy as hell. He had a black shirt on, and he looked graceful even as he held the kitchen