My One in a Million Wife

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 87

When Jared arrived home, Ashlyn was reviewing some documents in the living room.

“What are you reading?” The man loosened his necktie and sat down on the rug in front of the sofa. He crossed his legs slightly as there was no room for him to rest his legs, making him look casual and relaxed.

“I have to perform two surgeries tomorrow and the day after, so I’m making some notes.” Ashlyn made her notes while reading the documents. She looked so gentle in her beige loungewear. All hints of her being a cold person were nowhere to be found.

Her fair cheeks and side profile looked perfect. She looked even more alluring as she wrote her notes with the black pen in hand.

“You’re so hardworking.” There was a slight stench of alcohol on Jared, but it wasn’t strong enough to disgust others.

He struggled a little as he pulled out his phone. After shaking his head to clear his head up, he forced his eyes open and said, “Boss, do you know you’re trending on Twitter again?”

Ashlyn was busy with her work so she didn’t have time to check what was going on Twitter.

She wasn’t the type to frequently check her Twitter account too. So with her eyes still fixed on her book, she replied casually, “What is it?”

showed her the contents on his

glance at the trending page and cocked an eyebrow. Mrs. Nolan had already divorced Mr. Nolan. “What’s

it from the trending topic?” Jared asked as he lazily swiped through his Twitter. He had gone for a round of drinks with a few rich heirs of Lake City at a famous club. One of the heirs, Mr. Watts, brought a bottle of aged wine from his family’s ancestral collection.

really dizzy but he forced himself to sit in front of

to know about this insignificant stuff, so

she finished talking, her phone

It was Lucas.

already so late, why did he call me instead of going to

Something doesn’t seem right.

her phone and tossed it aside before continuing with her

flashing with notifications. Lucas kept

Jared acted brazenly under

my business anyway. Why do you need to ask for my permission if you want to post something? Do I look like a tyrant to you?” Ashlyn was so

If you say so.” Jared got up, secretly pleased. Then, he quietly snapped a photo of Ashlyn’s

in a ponytail, but a strand of hair fell