My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 368

Chapter 368

“So is the masked guy or someone else her next subject? Is that why she can’t wait to get on with the divorce?” Lucas remained standing there, breathing erratically.

“No. It’s because the Spirogyra became increasingly inactive. It hadn’t flared up for a long time, which is why she immediately agreed when you brought up the divorce. She thought the parasite was no longer a threat, but it began to relapse frequently after the divorce.”

Pale yellow sun rays shone on Lucas’ face. “I guess I should be thankful that she put so much effort into marrying me,” he remarked sarcastically.

“The parasite’s attacking again today. Either you save her or you don’t. The decision rests in your hands,” Jared said with a hint of exhaustion. “I’m telling you this because I don’t want it to flare up. She… she gets tormented so badly every time it does. I don’t want to see her in such a state.”

“You must love her so much that you’re willingly handing her over to another man,” Lucas sneered.

He couldn’t accept the fact that he had never known about Ashlyn’s huge secret until now.

What he refused to accept even more was the fact that Ashlyn had actually plotted to marry him. The man used to think she was just a bird locked in a cage; who knew he was actually the one dancing in the palm of her hand?

Who on earth was the one behind the schemes? Who was the mastermind?

All he felt was heartache.

“You’ve known her for a long time, right? Way before I married her?”

“Yes,” Jared said nothing more. At this point, having Ashlyn remain by Lucas’ side was the best option.

He left the room, leaving Ashlyn and Lucas on their own.

Lucas stared at the woman on the bed. Despite being unconscious, she looked as divine as usual.

Her cheeks were an alluring shade of red.

Lucas stood beside the bed, looking like a lost child.

She stayed with me just to prolong her lifespan.

The man’s heart was filled with pain and bitterness.

His ears were buzzing, and his emotions were a mess.

He shut his eyelids for a moment and then opened them to reveal a pair of frosty eyes.

Lucas felt like a wandering soul, not knowing where to go.

After a long while, the woman on the bed suddenly began to tug at her own clothes and curl up into a ball. “No!” she groaned in pain.

“Don’t!”

The anguish in her voice was overwhelming.

Beads of sweat dripped down her forehead as her face paled and burned.

“Stop!”

She continued to resist and defend herself.

It felt as if she was having a long nightmare. In her dream, the masked man was threatening her, but she violently shoved him away.

“Don’t come near me! Don’t come over… Go away!”

Her voice was extremely raspy.

She was so weak that she could barely talk.

Lucas stood before her, staring at her while feeling conflicted as she struggled in pain.

He never knew how the Spirogyra could do such a thing to a cold and proud woman like her, reducing her to such a sorry state.

Feeling extremely complicated, he didn’t know what to do at this point.

Is she always like this every time it breaks out?

She’s lost her senses. Her thoughts are colliding. She’s in so much pain.

Her pajamas that she had just changed into were now drenched in sweat. She looked like she had just been lifted out of a pool of water.

Yet, her tender body looked fatally attractive to Lucas.

He wanted to resist.

He didn’t want any intimacy of that sort.

Nevertheless, that body was showing such intense reactions.

Who is she thinking about?

Who is she asking to go away?

Is it me—her ex-husband?

“Lucas has RH negative blood too! He’ll save me… Get away from me!” Ashlyn suddenly yelled.