My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 322

“You’re so talented, Lottie.” Lochlan carefully put away her painting. “I’ll send it for mounting tomorrow. Your painting has improved so much compared to last time.”

“She is very talented.” Ashlyn also put away her own painting.

“She used to buy books to study and practice on her own. She didn’t have a teacher. It’s all self- taught.” Lochlan smiled. “She improved a lot with your help, Ms. Berry.”

“Yes, I can see that. That’s why I said she’s talented.” Ashlyn raised a brow.

Being praised this way, Charlotte’s cheeks heated up as she looked at Ms. Berry with an expectant look on her face. “Ms. Berry, can I keep your painting?”

Spencer couldn’t help himself from blurting out, “Do you know how much Ms. Berry’s paintings are…”

“It’s fine, Spencer,” Ashlyn interrupted him, then took out her painting. After dropping her initials ‘A.B.’ on it, she brought it to Charlotte. “Here, it’s yours now.”

“I’ll definitely treasure it,” Charlotte chirped excitedly.

Lucas was filled with bitter envy. “You have never even painted for me.”

The bitterness in his tone was so apparent everyone around could feel it.

Lochlan’s jaw dropped to the ground as shock overwhelmed him.

Is this man who just spoke in such a childish manner really the legendary terrifying Mr. Nolan?

How could he say such childish words?

What shocked Lochlan even more was that Ashlyn had rolled her eyes at Lucas with an impatient look on her face, then said in a rude tone, “I’ll paint for you some other time.”

He could hardly believe that there was a woman in this world who dared to roll her eyes at a petrifying man like Lucas.

Lochlan’s respect for Ashlyn instantly skyrocketed.

He glanced at Mr. White and found no change in his expression. He looked as if he had seen something like this a thousand times.

Lochlan steadied himself, quickly walked towards his car with Charlotte’s hand in his.

“You said it. So, you can’t break your promise,” Lucas’ magnetic voice reached his ears.

“I won’t,” Ashlyn sounded annoyed. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“So, will you draw a painting for me tomorrow?”

“I’m busy tomorrow.”

“What about the day after then?”

“Can you just shut up!”

Ashlyn literally growled at him in response.

He immediately clamped his mouth shut, then said in an aggrieved manner, “Fine. Tell me once you’ve drawn a painting for me.”

Lochlan’s heart almost flew out of his chest.

He was beginning to suspect if he was hallucinating…

*

By the time they returned to the city, it was already nine at night.

The four of them arrived at Imperial Hotel and Ashlyn was so hungry she could eat a horse.

When the manager spotted Ashlyn, he scurried over to lead the way, taking them to a Chinese restaurant in the hotel.

The business at Imperial Hotel was excellent as usual.

Lochlan courteously said, “Thank you for today, Ms. Berry. Dinner is on me. I insist.”

Lucas’s brows shot towards his hairline. He would never allow another man to buy his woman a meal. In a domineering and commanding tone, he said, “Ashlyn is only mine to treat. You should just treat Ms. Lynch, Mr. Lochlan.”

Lochlan blinked at Lucas in bewilderment. Is he actually suggesting to split the bill?

I can’t believe it!

Ashlyn elbowed Lucas discreetly, and he clenched his jaw as sharp pain spread through him.

“Mr. Lochlan, don’t mind him. He just loves joking around.”

“But I’m not joking around,” Lucas retorted.

“Shut up!” Ashlyn shot him a withering glare.

Then, she broke into a smile as she glanced at Lochlan. “Mr. Lochlan, Charlotte, what do you both feel like eating? Just order whatever you want.”

Charlotte was slightly intimidated by Lucas, but Imperial Hotel had really good food and she absolutely loved it.

She boldly ordered her two dishes and helped Lochlan to order two as well.

Ashlyn reached out to stroke her head. “What else do you wanna eat?”

“N-Nothing else.” The girl’s ear turned pink when being treated with such affection.

Her gaze brimmed with trust and admiration as she looked at Ashlyn.

Lochlan watched this scene with joy warming his chest.

Maybe Ashlyn can really cure Lottie’s autism. Just maybe.

Lucas, on the other hand, was brooding. He couldn’t stand it when someone else attracted Ashlyn’s attention.