My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 360



Chapter 360

Chapter 360


The menacing, tense atmosphere earlier vanished instantly as it became romantic and intimate instead.


Ashlyn could feel the residual warmth left by the man’s finger on her nose.


She only saw romantic gestures like rubbing one’s nose or caressing one’s head in romantic dramas, and she never thought that a man would dare to touch her nose this intimately.


She wasn’t used to this feeling.


Her face flushed red instantly as her heart raced, and she lost all desire to argue with Lucas.


Arguing with each other is so childish, and I don’t want to be as childish as him.


Meanwhile, Spencer knowingly brought Lucas and Ashlyn back to the mall.


In the seafood area of the mall, there were live fish and other types of seafood.


Ashlyn was choosing which fish to buy while she was in a daze because she still hadn’t recovered from what happened just now.


Tell me why am I buying groceries with Lucas again?


This is… weird.


Weren’t we fighting just now?


Whatever. I’ll just focus on buying my groceries.


After Ashlyn picked out a fish, she asked the fishmonger to help cleaning it.


She then went to buy some seasonings and other ingredients.


They were a good-looking couple, so they attracted the attention of some of the passersby.


One of the workers there liked to browse through social media, so she gaped in shock as she stared at Lucas and Ashlyn.


The most intriguing thing was that Lucas was following closely beside a woman, so the worker immediately took a video and posted it online.


“Oh my God! I think I just saw Mr. and Mrs. Nolan buying groceries together! They bought fish and some other items.”


She was trembling furiously when she typed that out.


Unfortunately, she only managed to take a video of them from behind.


She scampered towards them because she wanted to see what Mrs. Nolan looked like, but they already made payment and left the store.


Meanwhile, there were a lot of comments on her post.


“Why can’t we see their faces? Are you fangirling over Lucas?”


“Why are they buying groceries so frequently? They already went to the mall twice today!”


“For goodness’ sake take a picture of their faces!”


The worker replied dejectedly, “I want to do that too, but they had left.”


“I’m not a troll. If I am one, tell me why do I have so few followers?”


“I’m really not a troll.”


“Whatever. You can choose to believe it or not. I bet that they’re gonna make grilled fish or fish and chips tonight.”


The worker replied to a few comments at one go before going back to work.


I can’t believe I missed the rare opportunity of meeting Mr. and Mrs. Nolan!


Will they come back tomorrow to do grocery shopping?


Meanwhile, the couple boarded their car and went back to the Whitland Villa.


“This fish is very fresh. I’m looking forward to eating it.” Lucas sounded very excited.


After all, it was pure bliss to him to be able to enjoy Ashlyn’s cooking twice in a day.


However, Ashlyn ignored him and replied Harrison’s message.


“Boss, we submitted it to the relevant authorities already.”


“Alright.”


If everything goes according to plan, the shady business behind Berry Furnishings will be revealed in no time.


“But the weird thing is, your Dad got an investment out of nowhere and Berry Furnishings opened a few more construction sites today.”


Ashlyn frowned and replied, “Investigate the origins of the investment as soon as possible.”


“Alright.”


Who would even invest a business owned by someone like Horace?


Something fishy’s going on.


Just as she was lost in thought, she received a call from Horace.


“Little brat, I told you that someone will definitely help me out even if you didn’t. Let’s see how I’ll punish a traitor like you after this whole ordeal!” Horace barked.


The reason he was irate was that his daughter didn’t offer her help to him when he was stuck in a tough spot.


I shouldn’t have kept her alive back then!


She’s so useless anyway.



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