My One In A Million Wife (Ashlyn and Lucas)
Chapter 262

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 262

"Come down."

After the man got down from the car and opened the door, he stared at her.

She stared back for a while.

The man was always surprising Ashlyn. Right now, he was acting so gentlemanly.

Yet, the more he acted this way, the more Ashlyn felt that the man had lost his mind.

"I'm not going to do anything. I haven't eaten my dinner, so I was hoping that you can make me some food."

Lucas furrowed his brows in displeasure when he noticed her wary look.

So she can enjoy her meal with Fraser, but it's tough to get her to make me a meal. All I want is dinner.

His heart ached as if needles were stabbing at it.

"Can't you just make me dinner?" Lucas asked the woman in the car. It was a question, but he said in a firm tone, leaving her no room to reject.

If it were possible, he would have eaten her instead.

But he knew she would not agree to it.

"No. If you're not going to send me back, I'll go home myself." Ashlyn rejected instantly. Her instincts were screaming at her that if she took a step into this familiar house, she would not emerge from it tonight. Somehow, the man would replace ways to keep her in there.

Abruptly, Lucas hissed as he pressed hard on his stomach. His brows were knitted, and color left his face.

He looked... miserably beautiful.

Ashlyn took in a deep breath and reminded herself that this man deserved no pity. She was not obliged to serve him dinner after they had divorced.

Yet...

Spencer whispered to Ashlyn, "Ms. Berry, Mr. Nolan really hasn't eaten anything since lunch, not even dinner. He only drank a cup of coffee. If this continues... what should I do?" Ashlyn was at a loss for words.

What does that have to do with me?

Ashlyn came down from the car and stood still.

What she should do now was to go home, take a shower, and sleep.

Being the producing director was tired.

She was exhausted.

Lucas plastered on a miserable look as he continued to press his hand on the stomach. He slowly walked closer to Ashlyn until his face was a hair's breadth away from hers. Ashlyn took a step back. "If your stomach hurts, take some medicine."

Now, Lucas was exuding a terrifying aura, and there was a dark look in his eyes.

I'm already so miserable and helpless like a rabbit. Why isn't she pitying me? Damn it!

"Can't you show me some sympathy? Don't I look pitiful?"

Spencer was speechless.

Mr. Nolan, what part of you looks helpless? Which part of you looks pitiful?

You look like you're barely holding yourself back from murder.

After a few seconds, Ashlyn calmly looked into the man's eyes. "Lucas, can you grow up?"

Not a hint of sympathy could be heard from the woman's voice.

It made the anger in Lucas' chest burn even brighter.

This woman is heartless!

"Did you think I can't live without you? Ashlyn, can't you just make me dinner? We were husband and wife for four years. My request is simple, just a plate of pasta..." The man raised his hand to caress her cheek. "Will you only stay when I force you to?"

Ashlyn wanted to take another step back, but it was too late.

The man's hand had already gripped tight onto her, and now, he was dragging her toward the house.

Ashlyn frowned. Why is he losing his temper again?

When they reached the door, the man kicked it open.

The living room was freezing, and Ashlyn could barely breathe in the cold air.

It felt as though it was a cage made of ice, and Ashlyn was right in it.

She looked at the man, whose eyes were daggers that sliced her when he looked at her.

Meanwhile, the butler, Louis, was watering plants when he heard the commotion.

He walked over and saw the two in a staring contest.

Overjoyed, he put the watering can down on the floor and exclaimed, "Mrs. Nolan!"