My One In A Million Wife

My One In A Million Wife [Ashlyn And Lucas] Chapter 269

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 269

“I only eat the breakfast you make.” Lucas lowered his head to look into her eyes. “Yours is delicious.”

“I’m not in the mood to make breakfast after seeing trash right at the start of my day.” Ashlyn swung his hand away and walked toward the door.

Lucas hurried after her.

Hera gritted her teeth as she looked at them. She was about to rush after them when Louis stopped her.

With a stern look, he spoke, “Ms. Chapman, please don’t make things difficult for me in the future. Mr. Nolan has said that this place is off-limits to you.”

The woman had forced her way into the kitchen as if she were the lady of the house, and she had embarrassed him.

If he knew about Lucas’ thoughts, he would have chased her out the moment she stepped into the house.

Now that Lucas had clarified that there was only one Mrs. Nolan, he was not going to show any courtesy to Hera anymore.

Hera shot a frustrated glare at Louis. Old fool!

When I become Mrs. Nolan, you’ll be the first to go.

Rushing out of the house, Lucas spotted Ashlyn.

She was walking quick.

Looking at her slender figure, he thirsted for her.

It was as if he was a man on a hunt; his blood was boiling with eagerness in his veins.

It surged to every part of his body.

Soon! Soon!

In a few steps, he would reach her.

All Ashlyn wanted to do now was to leave the villa.

The man, who was like a devil, kept barging into her life and disrupted her peace.

It upset her.

Keeping him company for his flight?

As if I’ll do that!

Abruptly, a man’s hand reached her.

It wrapped itself around her wrist tightly.

Ashlyn frowned as she tried to pry him off her.

“Where are you going?” The man’s voice was sharp, as if he were a predator waiting to attack.

Ashlyn glanced at the towering man. “None of your business.”

The man’s voice remained low as he muttered, “Honey, stop this.”

“Lucas, what are you trying to do?” Ashlyn shot him a glare, feeling frustrated.

“What I’ve been trying to do is you. Don’t you know that?” Lucas chortled by her ears.

She could almost feel the vibration on the man’s chest as he laughed.

“You’re insane.” Ashlyn hissed, raising her leg in preparation to kick him.

However, before she came back to her senses, the man’s other hand grabbed her ankle.

It sent a tingling sensation up her leg. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

In the neighborhood.

Lucas’ handsome face attracted the nearby women’s attention.

Some even wanted to take photos of him, but they were stopped by the coldness in his eyes.

He stood still as the sunlight enveloped his body, looking like the perfect man carved by God himself.

All he was doing was silently looking at the doll-like woman in front of him.

She was only wearing the simplest white shirt, but it was enough to tug at his heartstrings.

Ashlyn stared at Lucas.

His eagle-like piercing gaze was fixed on her, and his hand was still gripping her ankle.

For a moment, it felt as if they were in a movie.

The surrounding people and scenery seemed to be flashing past them like shadows.

There was no one else in the world but the two of them.

Their emotions were seeping into each other through their locked eyes.

The man wanted to conquer her, but the woman wanted to resist him.

Their eyes remained locked as if time had stopped, and nothing else in the world mattered to them.

That was the sight that greeted Hera when she ran up to them.

She glowered at Ashlyn. I can’t believe that this woman spent the night at Whitland Villa yesterday!

I made breakfast and coffee this morning, but all I’ve gotten was Lucas’ harsh words.

He’s even holding her leg right now.

The romantic tension between Ashlyn and Lucas nearly pushed Hera off the edge of sanity.

Why?!

Why is Ashlyn allowed to be on Lucas’ bed? Why am I the one gang-raped by so many men last night?