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

see that the man on the sofa

Spencer was utterly speechless.

blood flushed out. Yet, you are still so happy that you are grinning. Are you nuts? You look just

Inspiration suddenly hit Spencer!

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

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

kitchen for over an hour before she finally got all the

dishes that Lucas asked for were there, and as

looked amazing and

any vegetables after she

she thought about how Lucas’ finger was injured, so she turned her head to get Spencer over. That was when she saw that Lucas was sitting alone on the sofa and staring out the window.

“Where is Mr. White?”

had some

took her apron off and carried the dishes out on

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

left, so it’s fine,” answered Ashlyn as she

and walked to the dining table. His brown gaze swept to Ashlyn. Wow! My Ashlyn didn’t plan on making me carry the dishes? D-does that mean that she is worried about me? Being injured really is

around to get two bowls of soup out. After that, she went back into the kitchen to get the rest

when she

beef and popped them into his mouth. The fragrant of the well-done