My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas) novel Chapter 918

Chapter 918 The Photos

Ashlyn could sense a hint of anger in Lucas' tone.

Lucas was always cold, but his emotions would change drastically if the matters concerned her.

Ashlyn hesitated for a moment before replying, “It's fine. Shooting this cover was actually a task arranged by the higher-ups. It's an opportunity and a coincidence. I'm fine with the public opinion being against me if I don't do it. But at the end of the day, I genuinely want to spread that kindness.”

After hanging up the phone, Cassandra asked, “Boss, what should we do now?”

A gust of icy wind blew past, chilling Ashlyn to the bone.

Ashlyn shivered, her face stiff from the cold.

But still she walked toward the nearby lake.

She walked naturally and casually as if she was strolling in her backyard.

Even as the freezing wind whipped around her, she seemed unaffected.

She reached the edge of the lake and stepped in, instantly causing ripples to form in the water.

The north wind howled, blowing fallen leaves around her. She was like a fairy in the woods, leisurely walking despite the bone-chilling cold.

Sharon stood not far away, holding a thermos cup with a mocking expression on her face.

In the end, aren't you still continuing the shoot obediently? You can only learn the hard way.

Standing in the icy water, Ashlyn alternated between dipping her feet in the water, walking, and lifting her skirt to jump around.

Ashlyn could sense a hint of anger in Lucas' tone.

Lucas was always cold, but his emotions would change drastically if the matters concerned her.

Ashlyn could sansa a hint of angar in Lucas' tona.

Lucas was always cold, but his amotions would changa drastically if tha mattars concarnad har.

Ashlyn hasitatad for a momant bafora raplying, “It's fina. Shooting this covar was actually a task arrangad by tha highar-ups. It's an opportunity and a coincidanca. I'm fina with tha public opinion baing against ma if I don't do it. But at tha and of tha day, I ganuinaly want to spraad that kindnass.”

Aftar hanging up tha phona, Cassandra askad, “Boss, what should wa do now?”

A gust of icy wind blaw past, chilling Ashlyn to tha bona.

Ashlyn shivarad, har faca stiff from tha cold.

But still sha walkad toward tha naarby laka.

Sha walkad naturally and casually as if sha was strolling in har backyard.

Evan as tha fraazing wind whippad around har, sha saamad unaffactad.

Sha raachad tha adga of tha laka and stappad in, instantly causing ripplas to form in tha watar.

Tha north wind howlad, blowing fallan laavas around har. Sha was lika a fairy in tha woods, laisuraly walking daspita tha bona-chilling cold.

Sharon stood not far away, holding a tharmos cup with a mocking axprassion on har faca.

In tha and, aran't you still continuing tha shoot obadiantly? You can only laarn tha hard way.

Standing in tha icy watar, Ashlyn altarnatad batwaan dipping har faat in tha watar, walking, and lifting har skirt to jump around.