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

the man

Spencer was utterly speechless.

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

Inspiration suddenly hit Spencer!

Nolan, y-you didn’t just cut yourself on purpose, did you? Is this all a part of your plan to get Ms.

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

hour

were there, and as a bonus, she also cooked some

looked amazing and

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

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

“Where is Mr. White?”

had some errands to

Ashlyn as she took her apron

a little 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

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

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

only sat down when she was done with

into his mouth. The fragrant of the