My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas) novel Chapter 487

Chapter 487

You would rather hurt yourself to protect me? You’re gonna tear the flesh off your hand!

Ashlyn decided that she could not watch on as Lucas tortured himself.

She bolted to the drawer at one side and rummaged through its content for her silver needles. Where the hell is it when I need it the most? Didn’t I use it just a few days ago?

“Are you looking for this?”

All of a sudden, she heard a man’s voice coming from behind.

She turned her head around in puzzlement and saw Lucas clenching onto her silver needles in one hand.

She was stunned. “Why... do you have my silver needles?”

“Hehehe! Do you think I will just let these needles hang around? Do you know how much it hurts the last time you used them on me?” The metallic smell of blood filled the air.

Lucas’ eyes had a vicious glow in them as they sized up Ashlyn.

The way he stared at Ashlyn was so eerie that she felt uncomfortable. Since when did Lucas get his hands on my silver needles?

“Lucas? Have you regain your senses?”

“This piece of body sure is a fine specimen, but too bad it is nothing but a tool for me.”

What the hell is he talking about?

Ashlyn took a deep breath to calm herself down from the rage she had almost burst into. She had to remind herself that Lucas was not being himself right now.

She was not worried whatsoever. The silver needles were not the only card she had in her hand.

The man cackled. “Are you so needy of love that you undress me? Pfft, here I thought his woman was someone remarkable. Turns out, she’s just a lustful skank.”

Ashley was deeply confused by the man in front of her. Lucas was now bathed in blood and the diabolical scowl on his face made him looked like a completely different person.

He was a far cry from the handsome, nonchalant prince she married four years ago, and he was also nothing like his recent overbearing and unfriendly self.

It was as if he was possessed by some evil spirit.

She glanced at the unfamiliar man before her and asked, “Who are you?”

“If I tell you who I am, will you sleep with me?” The man approached Ashlyn and held her in his arms.

Ashlyn was now both perplexed and completely lost. A sense of foreboding was beginning to rise within her.