My One In A Million Wife (Ashlyn and Lucas) novel Chapter 107

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 107

Ashlyn responded with a snort. Just because he said he hasn’t been bitten by any dogs before doesn’t mean it’s true. He really likes biting people.

“Really,” Lucas said displeasingly.

“Roger that, Captain Nolan,” Ashlyn said nonchalantly.

Lucas looked into her almond eyes and found traces of disdain, displeasure, and impatience.

Yet he found her fair facial features beautiful and captivating. Every now and then, she exuded a sense of confidence and independence, attracting the gaze of people around her.

Lucas was enchanted by her, but he held himself back.

His sexy thin lips curved upwards slightly, and his dark eyes gleamed with desire.

He slid his hand into her smooth hair again and said, “Good girl.”

He articulated those two words in a cold and serious tone, but there was also a hint of affection.

The corners of Ashlyn’s eyes twitched.

She looked at the neurotic man who had been staring at her all this while, and the frustration and annoyance in her heart started to melt. She saw pleasure on his almost perfect face.

As she stared at the corners of Lucas’s lips, she thought to herself, Damn it.

Since we got divorced, he has only been hostile and aggressive like a lunatic. Now, all of a sudden, he knows how to smile?

I’d rather call him a rabid dog!

Smiling doesn’t suit him.

Despite what Ashlyn thought, her heart started to race when she saw Lucas’s swelling cheeks.

I must have slapped him a little too hard just now.

Hehehe. He bit my face, and I slapped him back. Well, we’re even now!

Spencer, who was driving in the front seat, found the physical altercation between the two of them thrilling.

He stopped the car steadily then said, “Mr. Nolan, we’re here.”

When Ashlyn was in the car, her attention had been fixed on Lucas the whole time. It was only after she got out of the car that she realized she wasn’t at Bayview Villa.

Spencer had driven them to Whitland Villa instead.

What about his earlier promise to send me home?

The anger she had suppressed started to surface again. “Lucas, what the hell are you doing?” she asked furiously.

“It’s late, and Whitland Villa was closer to the bar,” Lucas answered coldly. “You lived here for four years. One more night wouldn’t kill, right?”