My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 1088

Chapter 1088

Chapter 1088 You Touched Me On Purpose

It was clear how powerful Ashlyn's kick was.

Yvette felt a mix of heartache and shock.

Is Ashlyn that strong?

At this moment, Ashlyn had already brought Lucas back to his room in Section Six.

She rolled her eyes, then began to unbutton the man's dress shirt.

Lucas suddenly grabbed her hand. “Honey, if you're this proactive, I won't be able to control myself.”

“Stop changing the subject.” Ashlyn wriggled free from his large palm as she continued to unbutton his shirt. “Go take a cold shower while I'll find the medicine for you.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she was taken aback by what she saw.

A large area of the man's chest was flushed red. On his usually firm muscles, there were several spots where the skin was peeling off, and a few blisters had formed from the burn.

It was indeed a shocking sight.

He's seriously hurt. I can't believe he still manages to smile and joke around with me.

Ashlyn felt her eyes stung. “Why did you intervene? I could have dodged it on my own or even solved it with a backflip. Why did you stand in front of me? Do you think you're Iron Man?”

She raised her hand, intending to pound on his chest, but when her hand was just a short distance away, she hesitated.

She didn't dare to touch his scalded skin, knowing it would cause him pain.

“Don't come into contact with water or the wounds might leave scars.” Ashlyn glared at him.

Lucas' lips curved as he held her hand. He reassured her, “I'm a strong and resilient man. A little burn won't affect me much. I'll be fine in a few days.”

Ashlyn found herself at a loss as she tried hard to tamp down the emotions that welled up in her heart.

She found some burn ointment and dragged him to the couch.

She took out a cotton swab, meticulously dabbing it with ointment before gently applying it to the man's scalded and reddened skin.

Her movements were especially tender and delicate when she treated the blisters.

She was careful not to hurt Lucas.

Even so, the pain continued to persist for Lucas.

He clenched his jaw tightly, trying to bear the discomfort in silence.

Saving the damsel in distress wasn't an easy feat.

His heart was filled with sweetness, despite the pain.

When Ashlyn kicked Sabrina, her domineering and protective stance made Lucas' heart race wildly. He couldn't help but think that she was simply too cool.

After applying medicine to Lucas' burn wounds, Ashlyn then covered the injured area with a breathable gauze to prevent any rubbing from clothing that could cause further damage.

She retrieved a loose cotton shirt from the wardrobe. “It'll be more comfortable to wear this. You shouldn't wear fitted shirts for now.”

Lucas gave a slight nod, then raised his arm to slide it into his sleeve.

It seemed like he had unintentionally touched a sensitive spot. The man's handsome brows furrowed slightly, and a soft moan escaped from the corner of his lips.

Ashlyn's heart skipped a beat. She quickly said, “Don't move around. Let me help you get dressed.”

She moved behind the man to carefully assist him in putting on his shirt. She was completely unaware of the subtle smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he stood before her.

After that, she came to stand in front of him, extending her hands to help the man with his buttons.

Inadvertently, her fingertips brushed against the man's burning skin, causing her face to suddenly flush with embarrassment.

She heard Lucas' magnetic voice saying, “You touched me on purpose.”

Ashlyn glared at him. “Why would I do that? Hurry, let's go to the restaurant. We don't want to keep Old Mr. Laith waiting.”

When the two of them arrived at the restaurant, hand in hand, the restaurant manager was waiting nervously in the private room, visibly trembling with fear.

Oh my goodness! Mr. Nolan got scalded, and it was Ms. Gray who caused it. She will be transferred to work as his maid.

The manager was completely taken aback when he learned why Spencer summoned him here.

Hearing footsteps, he quickly looked up. “Mr. Nolan, Ms. Gray...”

Lucas glanced at Sabrina, who was quietly sobbing in her seat.