My One In A Million Wife (Ashlyn and Lucas)
Chapter 188

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 187

Lucas drove quickly, flooring the gas pedal. Soon enough, they were back at Whitland Villa.

By now, Ashlyn was a bit hungry herself. Since Lucas already bought the ingredients, she did not mind making breakfast personally.

After all, nothing could beat the sheer happiness of taking a nap after having a filling meal.

With her mind made, Ashlyn did not object as Lucas led her into the villa.

The sight that met her eyes left her stunned. Inside the living room, a few live crabs were scuttling around here and there, parading about the room as if they owned it.

Seeing someone intrude on their newfound territory, the crabs even scuttled towards Ashlyn quickly, clicking their pincers threateningly.

"Why are you just standing there?" Lucas asked, walking over with his car keys when he saw her stand dumbly at the door.

"Lucas, why the hell didn't you put them in the sink?" Ashlyn pointed at the freely roaming crabs. It was far too early for a headache. "You know what? I give up. I order you to take care of it."

Feeling sleepy already, Ashlyn was rubbing her eyes to keep herself from nodding off. "Just call me when you've finally cleaned them up. I'm going to take a nap.”

Yawning, she made her way to the bedroom. Suddenly worried that Lucas would slack off, she was about to turn back and tell him what he actually needed to do when she saw him tie an apron around his waist.

The sight was jarringly hilarious. The pink floral-print apron tied around Lucas's waist was a stark contrast to his black button-down shirt and casual pants. Even as she watched, he snapped on a pair of rubber kitchen gloves and prepared to face the crabs.

Even dressed like this, Lucas was still handsome enough to make the earth itself shake in fear.

She bit back the instructions she was about to give him. Lucas had already caught most of the escaped crabs, sticking them back into the bag and walking towards the kitchen. Alright, he can probably handle it. Ashlyn thought to herself.

In the kitchen, Lucas dubiously poured the crabs, some oysters, a couple of scallops, and a few squids into the sink. The crabs were still waving their pincers at him smugly.

He stared at the sink full of squirming seafood before him, feeling a headache start to build.

In hindsight, he probably should not have bought seafood. He should have bought beef or mutton instead. As someone who never handled fresh seafood before, he did not have any idea on how to prepare it for cooking.

Heaving a sigh, Lucas pulled out his phone and started to search the internet for help.

By the time he was finally finished with cleaning all of the seafood, it was almost noon.

He went upstairs to wake Ashlyn immediately.

In the bedroom, Ashlyn was sprawled on the bed sleeping deeply. Her beautiful face was as peaceful as a newborn baby's. Her dark hair spread around her head like a halo, still wavy from the braid she had tied it in earlier.

Ashlyn was awoken by someone nibbling on her lips.

Her lashes fluttered open like a butterfly spreading its wings. Ashlyn saw the very familiar man holding himself above her, a very distinctive floral-print apron tied around his waist as he gently bit and sucked on her lips.

Lucas's outrageously handsome face shone under the sunlight, exuding a deadly charm. His eyes were half-closed, long lashes brushing across his cheeks. His nose brushed against Ashlyn's face occasionally as he continued his ministrations.

There was a lingering hint of passion in his affection. What they were doing now felt just like what they used to do before their divorce.

But we're divorced! Ashlyn grumbled internally. This bedroom held all their memories of the past four years.

Before she could start having any second thoughts, Ashlyn pushed Lucas off her ferociously. She sat up, making the thin blanket covering her fall onto the floor.

Lucas looked slightly annoyed at being interrupted. His voice was husky with desire. "You're awake?"

He licked his lips as if he were not satisfied yet, eyes shining hungrily like a wild animal.

Ashlyn stretched lazily, making her slim waist sway temptingly with the motion. She pulled on her slippers and walked towards the kitchen, her long hair drifting behind her. "Are you done cleaning them?"

In the next second, Lucas strode over to her and grabbed her arm. Ashlyn's back crashed against the cold wall as he pinned her against it. His breath was hot on her face. Before she could speak, he sealed her lips with his again.

His burning kisses were desperate, pushing against her lips forcefully as he kissed her again and again.

Just then, Ashlyn's stomach growled insistently. Breathlessly, she placed her hands on Lucas's chest and pushed him gently. Her voice was soft and weak. "I'm hungry."

"You get a pass for now." Lucas said lecherously, sweeping her off her feet and carrying her to the kitchen.