My One in a Million Wife

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 268

The temperature of the coffee was different, and so was the fragrance. It was a cup of coffee vastly different from the one he preferred.

This is definitely not Ashlyn’s work.

That’s not how her coffee tastes like.

The breakfast doesn’t taste like anything she usually makes.

The realization made a cold look crawl into the man’s eyes, and the look would have frozen the cup of coffee if it could.

“Lucas, I made sausages too. Do you want to try it?”

Enduring the soreness of her body, Hera smiled as she carried a tray toward the dining table.

She had not noticed the changes in her surroundings nor the tension in the atmosphere.

“Who gave you the permission to enter my house? And even the kitchen to cook?” In Lucas’ cold tone was intense displeasure.

His gloomy expression made Hera’s smile freeze. He’s not happy? When she received Lucas’ message early in the morning, she hurriedly dragged her sore body over to make breakfast for him, but he seemed unhappy about it.

the one who sent your men to give me a message, telling me to come over and make breakfast for

you think you are? I never sent anyone to send you a message nor ask you

that my impression of her will change just

you is sincere!” She had been busy since morning. Not only did she not get anything in return, but he also even rejected her ruthlessly.

a letter from her purse and mumbled, “You can look at it if you don’t believe

to put on a show, I’m sure you came prepared.” Lucas chuckled in a low voice, “Your tears worth nothing to me. Don’t assume that I’d feel bad for

close to

the table, upset. Her hands were still gripping tight

Lucas who sent me this,

that person trying to make Lucas

in this house, and only one woman can be here. I don’t want this to

Nolan family for years. He would not put the older man in a difficult

incident had

men last night, but here she is acting for sympathy.

think that she’s the lady of

How ridiculous!

the stairs, she saw Hera, who was sobbing in

Lucas, who was seated at

table, but the man had not