My One in a Million Wife

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 230

Ashlyn then cleaned the cut on Lucas’ finger.

Spencer extended his neck to sneak a peek. Ooh!

The cut was at least three centimeters long, and it looked so deep that Lucas’ skin and flesh were both protruding outwards. Mr. Nolan, did you need to be that cruel? Even to your own finger?

“Do you honestly think that your finger is the beef?” scolded Ashlyn as she wrapped his finger up, “Don’t let water get into it!”

Ashlyn stood up after she dealt with the cut. Her beautiful face was fuming, and she glared at the man on the sofa.

Cutting the beef gracefully was fake, and his charms were a ruse as well. That man is nothing but an idiot in the kitchen!

Lucas sat there without saying a word. He remained quiet as she tended to his wound.

His dark eyes burned as he stared at Ashlyn without looking away.

It felt as if she would flee if he even blinked.

Ashlyn hated that feeling.

She felt like a prey that had been targeted by a hunter. She was locked in, and there was no escape.

She simply turned and walked into the kitchen, before slamming the

man on the sofa

Spencer was utterly speechless.

cut, and your blood flushed out. Yet, you are still so happy that you are grinning. Are you nuts? You look just like the

Inspiration suddenly hit Spencer!

cut yourself on purpose, did you? Is this all a part of your plan to get Ms. Berry to stay? Dang, t-that is

suddenly felt like a third-wheel, so he made up an excuse and

over an hour before she finally got all the dishes

that Lucas asked for were there, and as a bonus, she also cooked some

amazing and

only realized that there weren’t any vegetables after she had finished preparing all

kitchen to the dining table. However, she thought about how Lucas’ finger was injured, so she turned her

“Where is Mr. White?”

some

ready for dinner,” said Ashlyn as she took her

how that woman called out for Spencer as soon as she got out of the kitchen. He asked, “Why

him to help carry the dishes out, but he left, so it’s

My Ashlyn didn’t plan on making me carry the dishes?

of soup out. After that, she went back into the kitchen to get the

sat down when she was done

a few slices of beef and popped them into his mouth. The fragrant of the