My Extraordinary Wife

Charlotte felt as if she had gotten a heavy weight off her chest.

A thin layer of sweat had formed on her back.

She raised her head and beamed at Lochlan, as if she were waiting for him to commend her for a job well done.

Lochlan couldn’t help lifting his hand to tousle the girl’s hair. “You did great.”

Ashlyn glanced at her grandmother, but couldn’t bring herself to reject Charlotte.

It took the little girl a lot of courage to make this call. Hence, the little girl would be very disappointed if she rejected her.

“What’s wrong?” Lucas raised his brows at her. He had vaguely heard their conversation.

This is another girl who just loves clinging onto her.

What’s so nice about clinging onto her?

“Charlotte invites me to go nature drawing with her, but Grandma…” Ashlyn hesitated slightly.

Charlotte was not an unreasonable girl. When she heard what Ashlyn said, she shoved down the disappointment in her heart and quickly added, “If… If you’re busy, we can do it some other time.”

“Just go ahead, Ashlyn. I have nurses to take care of me here.” Susan suggested with a smile, “Bring Lucas with you. I’ll feel more relieved knowing that he’s there to protect you girls.”

Ashlyn was at a loss for words.

Lucas glanced at Susan with approval shining in his eyes. Not bad, Grandma. Not bad at all. I guess I’ll have to treat Grandma even better from now on.

He had been racking his brains for a way to tag along with Ashlyn. After all, the youngest son of the Fraser family wasn’t married yet. Thus, it was dangerous to leave her alone with a single man, very dangerous indeed.

Lochlan had no idea that he had been marked by Lucas.

Ashlyn couldn’t very well bite Lucas’ head off in front of her grandmother.

She could only swallow her retort and agree to it, informing the nurse to call her if something happened.

In the Fraser residence.

Charlotte’s face lit up like a kid’s on Christmas day as joy filled every inch of her.

“Uncle Lochlan, do I look pretty in this?”

She was wearing a white T-shirt with a pair of flowery capri pants that reached above her shins, exposing the fair skin of her legs.

The high-waist design of it accentuated her slim waist.

She gave off the aura of a sophisticated young lady.

Lochlan couldn’t help but gulp when he saw how refreshingly attractive she looked.

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“Do you think Ms. Berry would approve of the way I’m dressed?” Charlotte blushed a little upon being praised by a man.

Amidst Lochlan’s happiness was a trace of jealousy. He used to be the most important person to the girl.

But now, Ashlyn had taken over.

However, he felt relieved when he thought of how patient Ashlyn was with Charlotte.

Fortunately, she was a female.

If it were a male, he would probably puke blood.

The two of them came out of the walk-in closet and as usual, Lochlan held her hand as they made their way downstairs.

“Hey. Where are the two of you going?” A high-pitched voice called out.

Lochlan’s expression instantly changed and he looked towards the sofa in the living room. A woman was lounging on the sofa with one leg crossed over the other and holding a cup of tea as she stared at them.

“Mom? What are you doing here?” Lochlan frowned.

“Do I need a reason to visit my son’s house?” Mrs. Fraser glanced at Charlotte impatiently. She would always get upset whenever she saw this burden of a human being.

Charlotte squeaked out a polite greeting, “Good morning, Mrs. Fraser.”

She was terrified of Mrs. Fraser.

Since the day she was adopted by Lochlan, Mrs. Fraser had never once treated her with kindness.

Mrs. Fraser rolled her eyes and ignored her. She continued speaking to Lochlan, “Tomorrow’s the weekend. The Warhol family’s daughter has returned from abroad. I want you to take her around Lake City and make sure you entertain her properly.”

“Mom, I haven’t seen her in more than ten years. I don’t want to entertain her.” Lochlan felt slightly irritated.

“Do you even know how old you are this year? Twenty-eight! When your brother was your age, Nathan could already do small little house chores. Nathan is already twelve years old now, but you’re still not married yet!” Mrs. Fraser was so angry that she shot up from the sofa. “So you’re going tomorrow. End of discussion! I was the one who initiated this outing with the Warhol family. Their family has power and is very influential in Lake City, so you have nothing to lose by marrying their daughter!”