My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 225

“I see,” murmured Principal Potter.

“Which department do you work in, Ms. Berry?” asked Supervisor Granger.

Ashlyn remained polite and answered, “I’m a surgeon.”

The two middle-aged men turned to one another and looked into each other’s eyes without anyone noticing.

“You seem to be close to the owner of the Imperial Hotel, Ms. Berry,” commented Principal Potter.

“Oh, not at all. We’re just friends, that’s all,” said Ashlyn, who thought it was weird that the two middle- aged men in tuxedos were that much of a gossip.

Why are they so curious?

Lucas, on the other hand, paid close attention to their conversation.

Ah, so she’s not close to him. That’s good… Maybe she only knows the chef well?

Still, the chef didn’t look mentally sane and had the intelligence of a five-year-old.

Lucas’ nervous heart finally settled down.

When the group left the Imperial Hotel, Principal Potter turned to Ashlyn and suggested, “If you are free, you can drop by the university’s medical department to share some of your experiences with our students. Will that be okay? If so, when will you be free, Ms. Berry?”

What? You guys set up a meeting just like that?

Lucas was a little uncomfortable about it.

He had been chasing Ashlyn’s many suitors away, and he wondered if that old dude, Principal Potter, was interested in Ashlyn as well.

“Thank you, Principal Potter, but I am rather swamped lately because I recently accepted a minor medical mission from the government. Maybe after I completed the mission? We can set up a time then,” said Ashlyn. She knew that Principal Potter and Supervisor Granger had helped her solve her issue with Jeremy Halliwell.

Naturally, she was happy to repay that favor.

Ashlyn hated owing anybody anything.

“R-really?” blurted Principal Potter, who then turned excitedly to Supervisor Granger.

She agreed to it just like that?

“I always keep my word. You can call Jared to set up a date. He’s the guy who called you earlier today,” reminded Ashlyn with a smile.

Only then did Principal Potter recall that he had received a call from Jared that day. Jared is the guy who asked about Jeremy Halliwell!

Looks like Mr. Quickton was gathering information for Ms. Berry…

Huh… this lady really is weird.

Lucas reached out and held Ashlyn’s waist when he heard how she had told Principal Potter to contact Jared. “You can call me to talk about that too,” said Lucas.

Lucas’ huge palm gripped Ashlyn’s waist a little too tightly and made it uncomfortable for her to even breathe.

She didn’t show her displeasure on her face, but she was secretly irritated.

Why the hell are you publicly holding my waist?

Ashlyn elbowed the man and got him to frown in pain, but he still refused to let her go.

This woman… She’s so heartless. Her elbow hurt my stomach so much!

At that moment, a blonde man with blue eyes stood behind the window in Imperial Hotel. He was looking out the window and glaring at the tall guy who was holding the lady’s waist.

His blue eyes no longer shone with the innocence it exuded a moment ago, and they were slightly narrowed with jealousy shining through them.

He glared intently at the couple standing at the entrance of the restaurant as resentment threatened to drown him.

Lyn…

The man was lost as he reached out for the woman on the ground floor. His voice couldn’t help but tremble as he said, “Lyn, it has been years, but you never even looked at me once.”

The man had stayed in the country and worked at that hotel just for her. Sometimes, she wouldn’t even show up for months, but he waited for her anyway.

However, she was now with another man despite all of his sacrifices and patience.

His heart gripped, and he was in endless pain. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“Chef Howard, will you continue cooking today?” asked a kitchen worker as he walked over.

The worker was extremely polite.

Howard’s EQ was ridiculously low, and he only had the maturity of a five-year-old, but his cooking skills were top-notch, so everyone in Imperial Hotel respected him.

Howard’s frown exuded a murderous aura powered by intense jealousy, but he put them away, and his blue eyes reverted to their usual innocent style. “Nah, I’m tired. You guys can handle the rest.”

“Understood,” replied the worker before he turned to leave. The worker couldn’t help but wonder. Why did chef Howard seem different? I almost couldn’t get myself to speak when I saw him earlier.