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.

anything else. She simply turned and walked into

see that the man on the sofa

Spencer was utterly speechless.

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

Inspiration suddenly hit Spencer!

a part of your plan to get Ms. Berry to stay? Dang, t-that is

felt like a third-wheel, so he made up an

for over an hour before she finally

dishes that Lucas asked for were there, and as

amazing

vegetables after she had finished preparing all the

the past, she would’ve made Lucas help carry all the dishes from 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

“Where is Mr. White?”

had some errands

ready for dinner,” said Ashlyn as she took her

by how that woman called out for Spencer as soon as she got out of the kitchen. He asked, “Why

him to help carry the dishes out, but he left, so

and walked to the dining table. His brown gaze swept to Ashlyn. Wow! My Ashlyn didn’t plan on making me carry the dishes? D-does that

out. After that, she went back into the

down when she

got a few slices of beef and popped them into his mouth.