My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 370

Chapter 370

Ashlyn scanned the room, soon realizing that this was the bedroom she had once slept in for the past four years.

Did Lucas bring me back here?

Memories started flooding back to her.

The powerful masked man and the incredibly jealous Lucas…

Ashlyn’s head began to hurt.

Her body felt refreshed, but the soreness reminded her of the times she had slept with Lucas in the past.

Did we just do it again?

The answer was obvious.

Yet, why does Lucas look so grim as always?

Ashlyn sat up and wanted to speak, only to realize that her throat didn’t allow her to.

With a frown, she scanned the room and noticed a glass of water on the bedside table.

She gulped the water down immediately.

The feeling of the fluids flowing down her dry throat was akin to having a river in the middle of a desert.

By the time Ashlyn gulped down her water, Lucas had already stubbed out his cigar. He opened the glass door and walked in, gazing down at her.

The man had a light tobacco scent on him.

Throughout their four years of marriage, Ashlyn had never seen him smoke.

This was the first time.

Just as she felt puzzled, Lucas spoke up in a clear but slightly distant tone. “More water?”

Ashlyn bit her lip. “One more glass.”

The man took her glass, refilled it with water, and handed it back to her.

As he leaned over, the scent of tobacco from his breath fell on Ashlyn’s forehead.

Her lashes quivered as she took the glass.

While drinking, she couldn’t help but glance at the man.

His pupils looked especially gloomy as the light shone on his dashing, sculpture-like face.

There was also a chilling look in his eyes that could send shivers down one’s spine.

Suddenly, Ashlyn’s belly began to hurt as she felt something warm and familiar flow out of her body.

Crap! I’m early again.

Her cycle had always been irregular ever since she had been infected with the Spirogyra.

Ashlyn put the glass down and instinctively got off the bed.

Using his strong hands, Lucas firmly grabbed her shoulders and forced her back in place.

“Where do you think you’re going?” the handsome man asked menacingly.

Ashlyn grew frantic. It’s flowing out even more!

She could clearly feel the fluid oozing out and making her pants damp.

She’d surely break down if she didn’t hurry to the bathroom.

“Let go of me,” Ashlyn insisted. “I have to use the bathroom.”

“Are you really just going to the bathroom?” Lucas glared at her with his hawk-like eyes, causing her to tense up and turn pale.

The man let out a snicker. This woman has run off way too many times.

Ashlyn gritted her teeth. It didn’t take a genius to realize that her pants were definitely soaked by now. “Let go of me, you idiot!”

Her belly felt increasingly awful. She struggled to break free, not bothering to argue with the man.

Her struggling made Lucas gulp.

The moment Ashlyn tilted her head, Lucas swiftly nibbled on her earlobe, rubbing his nose against her ear.

“I won’t let you run off again, Honey.” His voice carried a dangerous tone.

Ashlyn turned as white as a sheet.

Sweat began to form on the tip of her nose.

“Let go of me, Lucas! It… It’s that time of the month for me.”

Lucas raised an eyebrow. “Don’t play any tricks with me,” he warned.

His voice was deep and seductive.

Ashlyn had just recovered from the Spirogyra’s torment, so she was utterly frail.

“Let go!” she groaned, suppressing the urge to give Lucas a kick.

Seeing how increasingly pale and frantic Ashlyn looked, Lucas squinted and finally let go of her.

Ashlyn immediately made a beeline for the bathroom and slammed the door.