My Extraordinary Wife

Ashlyn looked at him without any expression on her face. She could sense that he was like a cheetah, waiting to pounce at her and shred her.

Her eyes shone like diamonds. A woman like her tempted him to the point of insanity. All she needed to do was to stand in front of him, and he would be lost in her eyes.

Lucas tamped down the agitation in him.

He then pulled her into his arms before carrying her up the stairs.

Back to that familiar bedroom.

Ashlyn was still in a daze from his abrupt actions.

“Take a shower.” She muttered to Lucas.

However, the man said, “Together.”

Does she think she’ll fool me twice?

Once he entered the bathroom, she would definitely escape through the window again.

Calming herself, Ashlyn uttered, “Lucas, did you think I won’t dare to get into a fight with you?”

Ashlyn was not one to cower from a fight.

“I can’t possibly hit you.” The man’s fingers wrapped around her wrist, fearing that she would flee from him.

He dragged her into the bathroom.

The sounds of running water traveled out of the bathroom when he turned on the faucet.

The mist from the hot water shrouded Ashlyn and made her look like a goddess as her dark hair cascaded down her shoulders.

Ashlyn thought about the time when they were still together. Back then, the two always showered together. She had been shy, and she did not dare to look at his face as she fumbled with his buttons. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

How did we end up like this?

Like strangers. So intolerant of each other.

It must be because we did not love each other.

The man pulled her into his arms again.

They were so close, and Ashlyn felt like she would be burnt by the hot air the man breathed out.

“Back then…” Before Lucas could continue his sentence, Ashlyn interrupted, “Don’t talk about the past.”

He fell silent and started unbuttoning his clothes.

Ashlyn lowered her eyes and accidentally swept her gaze across the man’s broad chest and neat abs.

His upper body was in the perfect shape of an upside-down triangle.

Finally, he undid the last button, and his black shirt fell to the ground.

Forcing her heart to calm down, Ashlyn turned to test the water temperature of the bathtub.

When she felt warm water gliding past her fingers, she raised her head and muttered, “The temperature’s just right.”

Suddenly, a pair of hands pushed her right into the bathtub.

Her head dunked under the water before she struggled and came back up the surface to glare at Lucas.

He’s a lunatic!

Her shirt was soaked, and it was now sticking to her skin like it was part of her.

Lucas watched her trying to climb out of the bathtub as emotions rippled in his eyes.

The look in them was dangerous.

“Honey, bathe with me.” With that said, he entered the bathtub.

Ashlyn watched, dumbfounded, at the man’s sturdy legs.

He bent over and gently touched the woman’s cheeks. “Honey…”

She could feel the callouses on his fingers as he trailed his fingers across her face longingly.

His voice was low and hoarse, and he was staring at Ashlyn as if nothing else existed in the world but her.

The bathtub had become cramped because of the man’s entrance.

The swishing of water traveled into Ashlyn’s ears.

As if waking from a nightmare, Ashlyn broke free of her trance.

She shoved Lucas hard, and the man fell onto his bottom in the bathtub.

He had been fully focused on her beauty that he had not noticed her change of expression.

Lucas remained seated in the bathtub as he pulled her closer to him.

His arm desperately wrapped around her waist and held her close to him.

Small pools of water gathered at the woman’s delicate collarbones, and her knees were slightly bent in her position. She looked like an expensive porcelain doll, and he found her sucking his soul away.