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.”

nodding off. “Just call me when you’ve

about to turn back and tell him what he actually needed to

contrast to his black button-down shirt and casual pants. Even as she watched, he snapped on a pair

was still handsome enough to make the earth itself

was about to give him. Lucas had already caught most of the escaped crabs, sticking them back into the bag and walking towards the

probably handle it. Ashlyn thought to

a couple of scallops, and a few squids into the sink. The crabs were still waving their pincers

the sink full of squirming seafood before him,

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

phone and started to search

finished with cleaning all of the seafood, it

to wake Ashlyn

beautiful face was as peaceful as a newborn baby’s. Her dark hair spread around her head like

by someone nibbling

saw the very familiar man holding himself above her, a very distinctive floral-print apron tied around his waist as he gently bit

shone under the sunlight, exuding a deadly charm. His eyes were half-closed, long lashes brushing