My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 392

Lucas’ face suddenly clouded over. He lifted her chin to raise her delicate and fair face.

He smirked coldly. “Sooner or later, Ashlyn, you’ll be my wife again.”

He pinched her chin a little harder, his eyes turning cold. “Don’t try to run away from me, Ashlyn. As I said, you can only be my wife for the rest of your life.”

Under his intimidating stance, Ashlyn looked up at him. This man is not only manic but also crazy and delusional.

He still dreams that I will still marry him! Hahaha! What a big joke!

Does he think he’s so awesome and attractive that I will want to marry him again and again?

Dream on!

She smirked and said, with a mocking look on her face, “You sure are a domineering president. Do you really think I will remarry you tomorrow just because you say something so domineering?”

“Do you want to marry someone else, Ashlyn? Is it the masked man? Who on earth is he?” There was a hint of irritability in Lucas’ eyes.

Ashlyn had almost forgotten that this man was an arrogant maniac.

She never knew that her words would provoke him.

I’ll marry anyone but you,” said Ashlyn irritably. There was no love between them. To put it harshly, they were just taking what they needed from each

earth

She merely wanted to find out the whereabouts of her mother and sister; she had no

time to argue

trace of anger, as if it would be let loose and would sweep over her in the

lifted in the air. The

man kicked open the door with a bang

pressed his body against

her firmly in his arms, he managed to restrain her even though she was kicking her

and bit her red lips in an angry and punitive manner as if he wanted to swallow

punches at his chest angrily, but her hands were instantly caught by the man and pinned against the bed

deeper and more

he wanted to tear her to pieces

endured the man’s attack. In the face of such a powerful man, she found that she

white coat was torn to pieces by the man, leaving strands of fabric on her body, making her look disheveled yet

the white coat was merely a white T-shirt with a pair of blue

tightly wrapped around her body, which was curvy and

was deeply attracted to