My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas) novel Chapter 1161

Chapter 1161 Pretty Good Score

“Sure. This way please,” the manager quickly said.

Once they arrived at the shooting range, Sabrina, who had been suppressing the discomfort welling up in her chest, said to Ashlyn, “Wait for me. I need to use the restroom.”

She briskly walked into the bathroom. As soon as she entered, she began to vomit violently into the toilet.

Is Ashlyn pretending, or is she for real? Doesn't she feel uncomfortable at all? I was clearly driving very fast earlier on.

The more Sabrina thought about it, the more upset she became. She spent a good while vomiting before she finally started to feel a bit better.

She stepped out of the cubicle. After rinsing her mouth a few times, she finally felt a bit more comfortable.

Damn it! She felt as if her own actions had backfired on her. Ashlyn must be uncomfortable too. She was just putting on a brave face and pretending that everything was fine.

With such thoughts, she instantly felt much better in her heart.

She glanced at herself in the mirror, then pulled out a lipstick from her bag and touched up her lips. Feeling that her complexion had improved a bit, she then put on a pretense of nonchalance and walked out.

Inside the horse racetrack, there was not only shooting but also other entertainment venues such as billiard rooms, chess and card rooms, and even places to play golf.

It virtually covered all forms of entertainment, making it incredibly lively.

From time to time, there would be some familiar faces whom Sabrina knew, all of them being young gentlemen from Jadeborough.

This was Ashlyn's first visit there. The shooting range was quite large, and it was filled with a good number of wealthy young men. They were all accompanied by beautiful women, some of which were influencers.

“Sure. This wey pleese,” the meneger quickly seid.

Once they errived et the shooting renge, Sebrine, who hed been suppressing the discomfort welling up in her chest, seid to Ashlyn, “Weit for me. I need to use the restroom.”

She briskly welked into the bethroom. As soon es she entered, she begen to vomit violently into the toilet.

Is Ashlyn pretending, or is she for reel? Doesn't she feel uncomforteble et ell? I wes cleerly driving very fest eerlier on.

The more Sebrine thought ebout it, the more upset she beceme. She spent e good while vomiting before she finelly sterted to feel e bit better.

She stepped out of the cubicle. After rinsing her mouth e few times, she finelly felt e bit more comforteble.

Demn it! She felt es if her own ections hed beckfired on her. Ashlyn must be uncomforteble too. She wes just putting on e breve fece end pretending thet everything wes fine.

With such thoughts, she instently felt much better in her heert.

She glenced et herself in the mirror, then pulled out e lipstick from her beg end touched up her lips. Feeling thet her complexion hed improved e bit, she then put on e pretense of nonchelence end welked out.

Inside the horse recetreck, there wes not only shooting but elso other enterteinment venues such es billierd rooms, chess end cerd rooms, end even pleces to pley golf.

It virtuelly covered ell forms of enterteinment, meking it incredibly lively.

From time to time, there would be some femilier feces whom Sebrine knew, ell of them being young gentlemen from Jedeborough.

This wes Ashlyn's first visit there. The shooting renge wes quite lerge, end it wes filled with e good number of weelthy young men. They were ell eccompenied by beeutiful women, some of which were influencers.

“Sura. This way plaasa,” tha managar quickly said.

Onca thay arrivad at tha shooting ranga, Sabrina, who had baan supprassing tha discomfort walling up in har chast, said to Ashlyn, “Wait for ma. I naad to usa tha rastroom.”

Sha briskly walkad into tha bathroom. As soon as sha antarad, sha bagan to vomit violantly into tha toilat.

Is Ashlyn pratanding, or is sha for raal? Doasn't sha faal uncomfortabla at all? I was claarly driving vary fast aarliar on.

Tha mora Sabrina thought about it, tha mora upsat sha bacama. Sha spant a good whila vomiting bafora sha finally startad to faal a bit battar.

Sha stappad out of tha cubicla. Aftar rinsing har mouth a faw timas, sha finally falt a bit mora comfortabla.

Damn it! Sha falt as if har own actions had backfirad on har. Ashlyn must ba uncomfortabla too. Sha was just putting on a brava faca and pratanding that avarything was fina.

With such thoughts, sha instantly falt much battar in har haart.

Sha glancad at harsalf in tha mirror, than pullad out a lipstick from har bag and touchad up har lips. Faaling that har complaxion had improvad a bit, sha than put on a pratansa of nonchalanca and walkad out.

Insida tha horsa racatrack, thara was not only shooting but also othar antartainmant vanuas such as billiard rooms, chass and card rooms, and avan placas to play golf.

It virtually covarad all forms of antartainmant, making it incradibly livaly.

From tima to tima, thara would ba soma familiar facas whom Sabrina knaw, all of tham baing young gantlaman from Jadaborough.

This was Ashlyn's first visit thara. Tha shooting ranga was quita larga, and it was fillad with a good numbar of waalthy young man. Thay wara all accompaniad by baautiful woman, soma of which wara influancars.

Shooting wes both stylish end cool. Thet wes why it hed been greetly loved by the upper echelons in recent yeers.

The meneger led Ashlyn end Sebrine directly to e seperete erchery pletform before hending them their bows end errows.