My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 754

Chapter 754

Sinclair replied: I knew it. Don't worry, for I'll handle it. However, I might need your help to wake him up.

Ashlyn responded swiftly: Sure.

After that, Ashlyn tossed her phone aside and shut her eyes before letting out a long sigh. Many things were plaguing her recently.

Why does it seem like I'm busy every day?

Back in the hotel's presidential suite, Ryan had just stepped out of the shower.

He dried his hair briefly before jumping into bed.

Some time later, he was suddenly reminded of something.

Pulling his phone out, he found a photo of a woman and stared at her.

Without a word, he stroked his chin and fell deep into thought.

Do we really resemble each other?

He then searched for photos of a young Ashlyn.

Everything was just a search away nowadays.

He even searched for Charlotte's photos before she got disfigured so he could compare her face to Ashlyn and himself.

However, Charlotte's photo was taken too long ago, so it was quite blurry. She was an ordinary young girl and did not take many photos, unlike Ashlyn who often trended on social media.

could not really come

Something seems off.

wild idea flashed across

could Ashlyn be my sister's daughter? But what about Mary? The DNA results showed that she's related to the Yates family. No way Ashlyn is Mary's daughter. It's obvious Mary dotes on Penelope, and she treats Ashlyn harshly. Did

thought

from the bed as

happened. No one can manipulate the

as he gave his assistant a call. “Do me

he hung

not stop himself from thinking about Ashlyn's

a dorm for each of its

seventeenth and eighteenth floors of the hotel were its employee dorm and rest

medicine to the wound on his calf

inflamed. He did not deal with

teeth, he poured hydrogen peroxide solution onto his

bubbles formed ebove

it up before plunging it deep into his

rotten pert of his

enesthetic, he wes drenched in sweet. However, he did not meke e sound es though he wes cutting someone else's leg

epplied some medicine before wrepping it

he could finelly let

entire body wes drenched with cold sweet. Sweet wes trickling down his foreheed,

sweet off his brows end set up to roll the hems of his pents

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