My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 185

Lyanna’s lovely face was contorted into a twisted mask of jealousy. “I’ve been in love with him since we were kids. I promised myself I would become Mrs. Nolan when I grew up. If even that cheap b*tch Hera can smile and flirt with him, how dare he not even look at me?”

“I can’t stand this insult, Damian. There’s only one family with the name Berry in Lake City, and they might as well be trailer trash. Do you really think the Nolan family can accept a girl from that type of family as a daughter-in-law?”

Damian swallowed nervously. “But didn’t we hear that Lucas was married? There’s already a Mrs. Nolan.”

Lyanna chuckled coldly. Judging by what she knew of Lucas, hell would freeze over first before he ever got married.

“If he were really married, I’m sure we would at least see his wife at one point. That incident where he rescued people on a plane? I’ll bet it’s another underhanded trick to promote South Star Airlines. Just look at their stock prices—it’s been going up continuously over the past few days!”

“Lyanna, I know you’re the smarter one and that you’ve always been more proud of yourself than I am, but I’m worried for you.” Damian heaved a sigh.

Lyanna glanced at him impassively. “I told you, stay out of my business.”

Damian’s lips moved like he wanted to say something, but in the end, he could only nod. “If you say so… “

…

At this moment, in the Whitland Villa, two intertwined bodies grappled back and forth on the large bed.

with

groans and the woman’s breathy whimpers echoed through the room in time

Ashlyn’s waist tightly as he worshiped her, the passion in his dark eyes threatening to melt

her last shred of resistance, unwilling to

against her, stripping her resistance

sound alone was almost enough to send Ashlyn

mind, Ashlyn could

name she never heard anyone call her since

to hear it

affair lasted through most of the night, fueled by Lucas’s insatiable appetite. Finally, with every last drop

in her body settled down as well. As Ashlyn slept, unbeknownst to her, the sated Spirogyra glowed faintly as

Lucas gazed at her sleeping features hungrily. Even in sleep, she was luminous. Her finely arched brows were furrowed slightly, lending her

her world. Lucas could not resist grazing his hand across her smooth cheek, pinching it mischievously as

sound through her nose but did not

gorgeous when she fully gave herself over to her desires. Lucas could not help the stupid grin that spread across his face. With his thirst slaked,

as Ashlyn was with him, Lucas could feel every cell inside his body hum with calm contentment. But without Ashlyn, he

to the bottom of his tangled thoughts, but he