My One in a Million Wife

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 187

Lucas drove quickly, flooring the gas pedal. Soon enough, they were back at Whitland Villa.

By now, Ashlyn was a bit hungry herself. Since Lucas already bought the ingredients, she did not mind making breakfast personally.

After all, nothing could beat the sheer happiness of taking a nap after having a filling meal.

With her mind made, Ashlyn did not object as Lucas led her into the villa.

The sight that met her eyes left her stunned. Inside the living room, a few live crabs were scuttling around here and there, parading about the room as if they owned it.

Seeing someone intrude on their newfound territory, the crabs even scuttled towards Ashlyn quickly, clicking their pincers threateningly.

“Why are you just standing there?” Lucas asked, walking over with his car keys when he saw her stand dumbly at the door.

“Lucas, why the hell didn’t you put them in the sink?” Ashlyn pointed at the freely roaming crabs. It was far too early for a headache. “You know what? I give up. I order you to take care of it.”

rubbing her eyes to keep herself from nodding off. “Just call me when you’ve finally cleaned

she made her way to the bedroom. Suddenly worried that Lucas would slack off, she was about to turn back and tell him what he actually needed to do when she saw

 The pink floral-print apron tied around Lucas’s waist was a stark contrast to his black button-down shirt and casual pants. Even as she watched, he snapped on a pair of rubber kitchen gloves and prepared

like this, Lucas was still handsome enough to make the earth itself shake

most of the

handle it. Ashlyn thought

some oysters, a couple of scallops, and a few squids into the sink.

of squirming seafood before him, feeling a headache

probably should not have bought seafood. He should have bought beef or mutton instead. As someone who never handled fresh seafood before, he did not have any idea

Lucas pulled out his phone and started to search

finished with cleaning all of the seafood,

went upstairs to wake Ashlyn

bedroom, Ashlyn was sprawled on the bed sleeping deeply. Her beautiful face was as peaceful as a newborn baby’s. Her dark hair spread around her head like a halo, still wavy from

awoken by someone

its wings. Ashlyn saw the very familiar man holding himself above her, a very distinctive floral-print apron tied around his waist as he gently bit and sucked on her

the sunlight, exuding a deadly charm. His eyes were half-closed, long lashes brushing across his cheeks. His nose brushed against Ashlyn’s face occasionally as he