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.

didn’t see that the man on

Spencer was utterly speechless.

you were cut, and your blood flushed out. Yet, you are still so

Inspiration suddenly hit Spencer!

you? Is this all a part

so he made up an

the kitchen for over an hour before she finally

there, and as a

amazing

any vegetables after she

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

“Where is Mr. White?”

had some errands to

said Ashlyn as she took her apron off and carried the dishes

little annoyed by how that woman called out for Spencer as soon

but he left, so

swept to Ashlyn. Wow! My Ashlyn didn’t plan on making me carry the dishes? D-does that mean that she is worried

to get two bowls of soup out. After that, she went back into the kitchen to get the

sat down when

a few slices of beef and popped them into his mouth. The fragrant of the well-done steak was

felt the kind of intense pleasure that could