My Extraordinary Wife

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.

Ashlyn didn’t say anything else. She simply turned and walked into the kitchen, before slamming the door shut.

the man on the

Spencer was utterly speechless.

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

Inspiration suddenly hit Spencer!

cut yourself on purpose, did you? Is this all a part of

felt like a third-wheel, so he made

kitchen for over an hour

dishes that Lucas asked for were there, and as a bonus,

amazing and smelled

realized that 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 didn’t

“Where is Mr. White?”

some errands

as she took her apron

for Spencer as soon as she got out of the kitchen. He asked, “Why were you

help carry the dishes out, but he left, so it’s fine,”

didn’t plan on making me carry the

of soup out. After that, she

when she was done

popped them into his mouth. The fragrant of the well-done steak was

kind of intense pleasure that could only be experienced by someone who