My One In A Million Wife

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 230

Ashlyn then cleaned the cut on Lucas’ finger.

Spencer extended his neck to sneak a peek. Ooh!

The cut was at least three centimeters long, and it looked so deep that Lucas’ skin and flesh were both protruding outwards. Mr. Nolan, did you need to be that cruel? Even to your own finger?

“Do you honestly think that your finger is the beef?” scolded Ashlyn as she wrapped his finger up, “Don’t let water get into it!”

Ashlyn stood up after she dealt with the cut. Her beautiful face was fuming, and she glared at the man on the sofa.

Cutting the beef gracefully was fake, and his charms were a ruse as well. That man is nothing but an idiot in the kitchen!

Lucas sat there without saying a word. He remained quiet as she tended to his wound.

His dark eyes burned as he stared at Ashlyn without looking away.

It felt as if she would flee if he even blinked.

Ashlyn hated that feeling.

She felt like a prey that had been targeted by a hunter. She was locked in, and there was no escape.

say anything else. She simply turned and walked into the kitchen, before

man on the

Spencer was utterly speechless.

and your blood flushed out. Yet, you are still so happy that

Inspiration suddenly hit Spencer!

y-you didn’t just cut yourself on purpose, did you? Is this all a part of your plan to get Ms. Berry to stay? Dang, t-that

like a third-wheel, so he

stayed in the kitchen for over an hour

the dishes that Lucas asked for were there,

amazing

weren’t any vegetables after she had finished preparing all

the kitchen to the dining table. However, she thought about how Lucas’ finger was injured, so she turned her head to get Spencer over. That was when she saw that Lucas was sitting alone on the sofa and staring out the window.

“Where is Mr. White?”

some errands to

ready for dinner,” said Ashlyn as she took her apron off and carried the dishes out on

that woman called out for Spencer as soon as she

get him to help carry the dishes out, but he left, so it’s fine,” answered Ashlyn as she put

to Ashlyn. Wow! My Ashlyn didn’t plan on making me carry

of soup out. After that, she went back into the kitchen

down when she was done

popped them into his mouth. The fragrant of the well-done steak