My One In A Million Wife (Ashlyn and Lucas) novel Chapter 199

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 199

Lucas’ expression instantly changed as it got colder tenfold. “Jared, I don’t need your opinion on whatever happens between her and me.”

Jared’s face darkened after hearing that. “Lucas, everything about her isn’t your business!”

Ad interim, Hera attached her ear to the door to eavesdrop on their conversation. Her lips twitched in dissatisfaction when she heard them arguing about the other woman.

I hope she doesn’t wake up. I wish she’ll stay like this for the rest of her life without anyone caring for her at all. Ashlyn, please don’t wake up!

She silently and harshly cursed her.

“Jared, don’t be so full of yourself just because you’re living under the same roof as her,” Lucas sneered. “We don’t need you here. Leave.”

“I’ll always stay with her. It’s not like she’s your private property. What right do you have?” Jared refuted.

They’re already divorced but he’s still so clingy to boss. He has been with her for days now. Even so, he still couldn’t protect her. I really doubt this man’s strength now. Those who can’t protect her shouldn’t be with her!

When the men were endlessly quarreling in the ward, Winsor Jaquin and Tinsor Jaquin rushed to the hospital.

As soon as they stepped out of the elevator and got Ashlyn’s room number, they ran like they were running for their lives.

When they were nearing, the first thing they saw was Hera eavesdropping through the door.

Winsor glanced at her in disdain. “Excuse me, Ms. Chapman.”

Hera was listening seriously to the quarrel of both the presidents over the other woman. Her nails almost broke in jealousy as she pressed them against the door.

When she was lost in the immense hatred and jealousy, a sudden disdainful voice rang above her head.

“Ah!” she yelled in shock.

She stumbled back in her high-heels and accidentally knocked the back of her head on the door, creating a loud sound.

The pain made her see stars.

“Ouch!” She grabbed her head and gritted her teeth in pain. She did not look like a high-level socialite at all. At this moment, she could care less about her image.