My One In A Million Wife (Ashlyn and Lucas)
Chapter 126

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 126

She took off her shoes to look at her soles. There was a blister from the continuous friction.

Without hesitation, she burst the blister and dried the wound with a tissue.

"You only have yourself to blame for wanting to look good." A crisp voice sounded out from above her head.

Ashlyn knew who it was without lifting her head.

"Are you indirectly admitting that I'm pretty?"

Lucas was speechless, but it was not the first time anyway.

He sat beside the woman and placed her leg on his knee. When his hand wrapped around her ankle, he paused.

He looked up to replace the woman slightly narrowing her eyes.

Several strands of her hair were dangling in front of her face. She looked cute and enticing.

Ashlyn rarely did her makeup; most of the time, she went out with no makeup.

Lucas had not expected her to look breathtaking when she did her makeup.

Ashlyn was about to put her leg back then when a hand stopped her.

With one hand holding her ankle, Lucas placed his other hand on the wound as he wiped the wound with a piece of tissue.

He was gentle, and his slightly rough fingertips were brushing against her soft skin.

An electric current shot up her body from the bottom of her sole and rushed straight into her brain.

For a moment, Ashlyn forgot she could struggle.

The light from the crystal chandelier enveloped them tenderly.

In an instant, her leg heated up.

Ashlyn did not know what words could describe her feeling. It was odd, to say the least.

"Why are you staring at me?" Lucas let go of the fair ankle in his hand. Even her slender and fair legs were pretty. Her feet had flawless toes with toenails radiating a healthy shade of pink. Lucas found himself swallowing at the sight. He forced himself to look away and muttered, "Don't wear heels if you can't."

Ashlyn did not reply to him.

When the man spoke, Ashlyn shifted her gaze elsewhere and tucked the stray strands of hair behind her ears.

She did not know why her ears were heating up.

Even her face felt warm.

"Ms. Berry."

Abruptly, Winsor's voice traveled to her ears. The muscular man had a cup of ice cream in his hands and was walking toward her with a smile.

"This was just served. I took one for you. Try it."

The romantic tension between Lucas and Ashlyn instantly dissipated.

Ashlyn took the ice cream and stuck out her tongue to lick it. Satisfaction emerged in her eyes, and she mumbled, "Thank you."

The coldness of Lucas' expression would have frozen the scene if it could.

Sensing the drop in temperature, she looked into Lucas' cold eyes. For a moment, she thought she saw the ice shrouding the latter. The man's icy gaze was intense, and he looked positively murderous.

Ashlyn stuck out her tongue to lick the ice cream again. It was refreshing. The texture was great too.

Wrath was boiling in Lucas. Is the food sent by other men that delicious?

Does she have to keep licking it?

What's so nice about it?

Lucas clenched his hands into fists and walked closer to Ashlyn.

She widened her eyes as she stared at him. "What are trying... Ah!"

Before she could finish her words, she was in midair.

The man was carrying her in a bridal hold.

A word escaped from his thin lips. "Home!"

The natural fragrance from the woman mixed with the sweet scent of the ice cream. She was as sweet as a marshmallow.

The moment the man carried her, he kept away the murderous aura he was exuding.

Sensing the change in Lucas, Winsor held his breath and took a step closer to them to stop him with a disdainful look. "Mr. Nolan, I don't think it's appropriate for you to force her. Don't you think so too?" "Move aside," demanded Lucas in a low voice and a malicious look in his eyes.

"Let me down, Lucas." Ashlyn was embarrassed.

She could sense that their commotion had attracted the attention of many.

It was as if the dining hall had turned into a battlefield.