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.

didn’t say anything else. She simply turned and walked into the

didn’t see that the man on the sofa was grinning

Spencer was utterly speechless.

you were cut, and your blood flushed out. Yet, you are still so happy that you

Inspiration suddenly hit Spencer!

just cut yourself on purpose, did you? Is this all a part of your

third-wheel, so

for over an hour before she finally got all

asked for were there,

looked amazing and

any vegetables after she

kitchen to the dining table. However, 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. She didn’t even

“Where is Mr. White?”

had some errands to

she took her apron off and

was a little annoyed by how that woman called out for Spencer as soon as she

to get him to help carry the dishes out, but he left, so it’s fine,” answered Ashlyn as she put the dishes on 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 the

After that, she went back into the

only sat down when she was

of beef and popped them into his mouth. The fragrant