My One In A Million Wife (Ashlyn and Lucas)
Chapter 175

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 175

Ashlyn's brows creased slightly as she began silently calculating how long he had been flying. He was flying last night? Had he not rested since then? Is his health a joke to him?

Just as her mind was running wild, Joseph's voice rang in the air, "Lucas, this is Ms. Saunders. She's...my mother's sworn sister."

There was no way he was going to address her as Aunty.

"Don't be silly, son. Lucas and Ashlyn know each other," Mrs. Field chided her son gently as she gave him a little slap on the back, "Go on then. Take the both of them to wash their hands so that they can be seated."

Ashlyn and Lucas were both rendered speechless.

How long has it been someone's told me to go wash my hands... I certainly hadn't expected this to happen here in the Field family home...

Oh, this takes me back...

Mrs. Field was probably the only person in the world who would tell them to go wash their hands before a meal. For some reason, Ashlyn felt a warm feeling beginning to manifest inside her. And she loved every bit of it.

This was one of the reasons why she always liked to interact with Mrs. Field.

There was an inexplicable homely sort of feeling to Mrs. Field.

The few of them obediently headed off to the toilet to wash their hands.

Lucas habitually applied some hand wash on his hands. He then instinctively grabbed the hands of the woman next to him and hold them gently as he prepared to wash them.

After tugging a couple of times but to no avail. she hissed, "What are you doing?"

"Helping you wash your hands," Lucas replied coldly.

Back when they hadn't separated, he loved to wash her hands at home.

They were soft and smooth to the touch. Lucas just couldn't keep his hands off them.

"I can wash my hands myself!" Ashlyn protested as her cheeks started to flush scarlet red.

As his large hands began rubbing hers gently, her...her chest actually began heating up as her body started feeling weak... Her Spirogyra was acting up again! Damn it!

Joseph, who was standing at the side as he waited for his turn, stared at them unblinkingly.

When his mother had said that they both of them knew each other, he had assumed that they were just normal acquaintances.

But judging by the look of things, the both of them were clearly incredibly intimate and familiar with each other!

Lucas and him had quite literally grown up together. He had never seen this friend of his display the slightest interest in any woman.

Yet, he was being so intimate with Ashlyn now!

After washing her hands, Ashlyn immediately fled the bathroom.

Grabbing on to Lucas before he could give chase, Joseph asked, "Hey, have you lost your mind? Are you trying to become my uncle?"

"Didn't you refuse to address her as Aunty?" Lucas countered coldly as he gave Joseph a shove.

Back in the kitchen, Mr. and Mrs. Field were already seated by the time the three of them returned.

"You young people should sit together," Mr. Field suggested with a smile on his face, "Please, make yourselves at home. This is just a casual family dinner. We don't usually have many visitors and our son doesn't come home to eat with us that often. It's such a rare opportunity to have so many people in the house."

Although he seemed rather friendly, the aura around him seemed to be tinged with an air of authority — a trait exclusive to ambitious leaders.

Yet, he did not come off as aloof while he was speaking.

"You're too courteous, Brother-in-law," Ashlyn said with a smile on her face, "Sister tells me that you want me to be the performing arts consultant for the National Day Gala Night?"

Mr. Field could feel his head beginning to throb once this topic was raised. "Every year, the city will spend some money on the gala. However, attendance and viewership ratings have always been a problem. Every year, the attendance and viewership ratings for our gala are ranked behind all the television stations throughout the country. That's why...I wanted to ask for your help this year."

"I'm fine with that," Ashlyn agreed promptly.

After a moment's hesitation, Mr. Field continued, "So...can I inform the staff in the advertising department to start promoting you?"

As Ashlyn's pretty eyes gazed at Mr. Field, they betrayed no signs of the fear one might have when facing the mayor. "Truth be told," she said calmly, "I don't want to be pushed into the spotlight." A glimmer of hope flashed across Mr. Field's eyes.

The name Madeline Saunders was bound to attract a lot of attention. If they were to release this information, they would immediately attract a lot of audience for the gala.

Lucas gazed at Ashlyn emotionlessly as cold sweat started forming on the nape of his neck.