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.

simply turned and walked into the kitchen, before slamming the door

didn’t see that the man on the sofa was

Spencer was utterly speechless.

flushed out. Yet, you are still so happy that you are grinning.

Inspiration suddenly hit Spencer!

all a part of your plan to get Ms. Berry

like a third-wheel, so he made up an

in the kitchen for over an hour before she finally got all the

were there, and as a

looked amazing

there weren’t any vegetables after she had finished preparing

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 on the sofa and staring out the window. She

“Where is Mr. White?”

had some errands

said Ashlyn as she took her apron off and carried the dishes out

Spencer as soon as she got out of the

left, so it’s

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 mean that she is worried about me? Being

out. After that, she went back into the kitchen to get the rest of the dishes

only sat down when she was

and popped them into his mouth. The fragrant