My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 223

He started working on the king prawn like he had gone insane. His long fingers moved like they were creating the finest art, and it only took him a few minutes to get the American Lobster ready.

The man suddenly hissed softly.

Everyone turned around and saw that Lucas’ finger was bleeding a little.

Lucas had his eyes down, and he didn’t show any emotion on his face when he stared at Ashlyn. He then said the word that got everybody’s jaw to drop: “Ouch.”

Lucas acted as if he was hiding his immense pain when he murmured, “It’s fine, I’ll just push through the pain.”

As Lucas spoke, he pushed the lobster towards Ashlyn and said, “Eat up. I took the shells out.”

His pouting was... horrible, but it was strangely arousing, especially since he was ridiculously handsome.

Ashlyn took one look at the lobster, then turned to the man beside her, Lucas, who was as powerful and as graceful as royalties. However, she thought that he looked like a lunatic and was a little pretentious.

Where the hell is your dominance and power, Mr. Nolan? Did you spend all that energy to act like a pretentious idiot?

Ashlyn was too exasperated to even diss him. Just then, the powerful and graceful man put his bleeding finger in front of her face and complained, “I’m still bleeding. Please treat my injuries, Dr. Berry.”

Ashlyn grabbed a napkin from the side and crudely slapped it onto his finger before tying it into a butterfly knot. “Is Mr. Nolan satisfied with my treatment?”

butterfly looked ridiculous

was satisfied with it and requested, “Dr. Berry, I want some steak. Can you feed me? I am injured

is

Naomi was stunned.

Naomi to see

as a domineering, cool, and sometimes cruel

himself to act that immaturely

Lucas’ shamelessness, Naomi’s play to demand attention

and shot a look at Tinsor. That look basically screamed, See

up if this is on Facebook. My brother and his

Supervisor Granger chose to eat in

like they had met another version of the renowned Mr.

Spencer was in

of blatantly flirting! That is downright

cherry lips call the waiter over. “Mr. Nolan is injured. Please feed

the waiter, who quickly picked up the

when he smiled at Lucas. “Mr. Nolan, what

eyes narrowed, and his voice carried a hint of suppressed