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

some steak. Can

kindergarten did this immature brat come from? Seriously, is it

Naomi was stunned.

got Naomi to see him

big brother as a domineering, cool, and sometimes

bring himself to act that immaturely and

play to demand attention

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

up if this is on Facebook. My

Granger chose to eat

felt like they had met another version of the

was

other level of blatantly flirting! That is downright demonic. Although... Ms. Berry isn’t exactly the

Ashlyn’s cherry lips call the waiter over. “Mr. Nolan is injured. Please

replied the waiter, who quickly picked up

he smiled at Lucas. “Mr.

and his voice carried a hint of suppressed annoyance. “Ashlyn, my stomach