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.”

keep herself from nodding off. “Just call me when you’ve finally cleaned them up.

worried that Lucas would slack off, she was about to turn back and tell him what he actually needed to do when she saw him

jarringly hilarious. 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,

like this, Lucas was still handsome enough to make

caught most of the escaped crabs, sticking them back into the bag and walking

probably handle

some oysters, a couple of scallops, and a few squids into

squirming seafood before him, feeling a headache start to

mutton instead. As someone who never handled fresh seafood before, he did

Lucas pulled out his phone and started to

finally finished with cleaning all of the seafood, it

upstairs to wake Ashlyn

as a newborn baby’s.

was awoken by someone nibbling on

open like a butterfly spreading 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

eyes were half-closed, long lashes brushing across his cheeks. His nose