My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas) novel Chapter 937

Chapter 937 Pretentious Woman

Cassandra stared at Spencer incredulously.

She realized she was disgusted by Spencer's words.

However, she had to clarify something. “I grew up with him since we were young. We were neighbors. I know how many women he has slept with. His image as an honest man is all just a rumor.”

Upon hearing that, Spencer was extremely appalled.

Ashlyn swept her gaze across Richard and Shiela lazily, then glanced at Cassandra and Spencer. “Why does everyone get attracted to the Jensen family?”

I feel that the relationship between Shiela and Richard isn't so simple...

The area of the venue of the auction was large, and it covered an entire floor of the hotel. A dazzling chandelier hung above, and the floor was topped with a bright and soft red carpet.

The tables and seats were well-arranged, and the lighting on the auction stage shone the brightest, accentuating the banner which was stretched and hung across the red curtain behind the stage.

The verse on the banner was beyond astonishing. It read: Share with the Lord's people who are in need. Practice hospitality.

Everyone gathered and spoke softly, creating a harmonious atmosphere at the scene.

However, the same could not be said for Ashlyn's surroundings.

Richard and Shiela were behaving so intimately that it was simply hard to watch.

Ashlyn had a feeling that Richard wasn't someone who would express all his thoughts and feelings to a woman.

After all, she knew best how aloof he was.

Noticing how Ashlyn was focusing all her attention on Richard, Lucas narrowed his eyes and grabbed her hand. “Am I not handsome?”

Ashlyn was speechless when she heard that.

Here comes this man's childish side—Childish Lucas—again. Can't I even look at my sworn brother?

She smiled helplessly. “You are. You're the most handsome man on earth.”

Upon hearing Ashlyn's statement, Richard paused from feeding Shiela the milk, and his face fell immediately.

But almost instantaneously, his expression became gentle again. “Drink slowly. No one is fighting over it with you.”

Shiela leaned against Richard's chest and said, “You're so good to me, Richie.”

Disgusting! This is too freaking difficult to watch!

Cassandra was so disgusted that she was about to gouge out her eyeballs.

What's going on? Shiela is so pretentious! Is Richard blind? Can't he tell what she's doing at all? She's such a pretentious woman... Oh, forget it.

Cassandra chose to ignore them.

Inhaling deeply, she decided to head to the restroom and get some fresh air.

She was afraid she would throw up her dinner from last night if she continued to stay there.

After walking through a long hallway, she turned around and entered the restroom. She took out a cigarette, wanting to calm herself down by smoking.

All of a sudden, a slender and strong hand appeared from behind Cassandra, snatching away the lit cigarette that she had just held closer to her mouth.

Puzzled, Cassandra lifted her head and was thoroughly dumbfounded the next second.

Nevertheless, she put on an indifferent expression, her smile polite yet distant as she asked, “Richard, why did you snatch my cigarette?”

Richard merely approached her with a domineering aura. “Why are you acting so cold and distant toward me?”

He felt strange that the young lady who used to cling to him had stopped doing so all at once.

Cassandra took a few small steps backward, feeling tired of forcing a smile. Her back suddenly felt frigid, and she realized she had withdrawn against a wall.

As soon as she felt the chilly sensation on her back, she regained her senses. Why should I be afraid of him? Why? I never did anything wrong.

As she tilted her head, her pigtails swayed. “I'm not acting distant. You're a man who has a fiancée now. It's inappropriate for me to follow you around like when we were younger. I have to keep my distance from you! Otherwise, my parents and Shiela would kill me!”

Richard curled his lips into a smirk. He reached out his hand and propped it against the wall behind Cassandra, then leaned over slightly to stare at her without saying a word.

Instantaneously, Cassandra held her breath. Yet, she didn't want to appear weak.