My One In A Million Wife (Ashlyn and Lucas) novel Chapter 64

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 64

“Are you concerned about me, Mr. Nolan?” asked Ashlyn as she raised her eyebrow.

She was a bit annoyed by how Lucas, her ex-husband, kept appearing in front of her.

We’re already divorced. What is he doing?

She did not believe that this man was still clinging to their previous relationship.

She knew how heartless he was. If he still cannot forget me, we should’ve already fallen in love with each other four years ago. After four years of marriage, both of us never developed any feelings for each other. How is it possible for him to fall for me right after our divorce?

Who is he trying to bluff?

“I just wanted to warn you against putting yourself in danger all the time.” Lucas was at a loss for words on how to answer Ashlyn’s question. This was not the first time, ever since they had divorced.

“Mr. Nolan, this is Blackhand Mafia’s territory. Kris is my esteemed guest and my good friend. Please be more polite to her.” Naturally, Wilson recognized this handsome man. He was Lucas Nolan, the president of the famous Nolan group in H Nation.

Wilson had heard that the Nolan Group was wealthier than entire nations.

Lucas’ cold and furious gaze fell onto Wilson’s face. This bastard hugged Ashlyn just now.

“I share a more intimate relationship with her than you do!” snapped Lucas in annoyance, feeling very jealous.

His words sounded childish and irritated as if he was a child competing for attention.

He wanted Ashlyn’s gaze to stay on himself forever, instead of being snatched away by others.

I’m crazy.

I must be crazy!

Ashlyn glanced at Lucas like he was a madman. Wasn’t he always so cold and distant in the past? He’d acted like a dignified noble.

I’ve never seen him so frustrated before. Wasn’t he also so high and mighty, forever calm and dignified? How could he say something so childish? I can’t believe that there are times when he is riled up.

After our divorce, Lucas seems… a little different from his past self.

At least, he’s becoming easily irritated. In the past, he was as cold as ice—gentle on the surface and distant on the inside. He didn’t seem to have a temper. It was as if nothing could ever stir his emotions.

Right, just like a paper cut-out.

Wilson glared at Lucas. “Kris and I have gone through life-or-death situations before. We treasure each other a lot.”

How dare a man, who only knows how to earn money, try to compete with me for Kris’ attention?