My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas) novel Chapter 74

Chapter 73

Ashlyn’s hands stopped midway while putting on the apron. “Do you think that you’re at a restaurant?”

“Someone wanted to go again and again last night, so I need to replenish my energy. After all, I have a flight later at four,” announced Lucas very sincerely.

Ashlyn’s face blushed bright pink. As unabashed as she usually was, at the end of the day, she was still just a twenty-two-year-old girl.

She hurriedly averted her gaze and focused on the ingredients. It looked like Lucas had gotten someone to get everything that he needed. She pointed to a pot and huffed, “Go boil the potatoes.”

Previously, whenever Lucas had time, he would help out with the cooking too. So, he was familiar with handling tasks like these.

He strode over to the sink, washed the potatoes, and started peeling them.

Ashlyn stole a glance at him.

His side profile looked very alluring and would probably mesmerize anyone who looked at him for too long.

Even when he was just peeling potatoes, there was something graceful and artistic about his movements.

God really put in extra effort when making him.

Ashlyn allowed herself one last glance before starting to prepare the other ingredients.

An hour later, all of the dishes Lucas ordered were plated and placed on the dining table. He had also set the table without having to be asked.

They sat down across from each other.

There was a hint of a smile on Lucas’ face. He really enjoyed this kind of lifestyle.

Everything felt very warm and wholesome, and it was a feeling that only Ashlyn could give him.

He gracefully carved the meat off the lamb shank, then placed a chunk in his mouth. “It tastes good,” he admitted contently.

Ashlyn had actually cooked enough for four people. So when it didn’t look like Lucas was going to slow down anytime soon, she quickly spoke up.

“As a doctor, I should remind you that overeating is going to do even more damage to your stomach.”

“Are you concerned about me?” Lucas’ head was facing towards her, yet his gaze seemed to be unfocused.

Clearly he was full. But for some reason, he wanted to continue to eat.

Aren’t big shot presidents supposed to be fancy and elegant and only partake in fine dining with those tiny, tiny portions?