My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 372

Chapter 372

Ashlyn’s belly throbbed in pain as the man pushed himself against her.

It became increasingly unbearable.

Not caring about anything else, she began to strike him with her hands and legs.

But the man was like a mountain, still and unmoving.

In fact, her struggling only brought their bodies closer.

Ashlyn felt horrible, but her heart wouldn’t stop racing. She couldn’t quite handle such a feeling.

The rage she had been suppressing began to spiral out of control.

Ashlyn lifted her leg so she could kick the man in the groin.

As though feeling her intentions, Lucas instantly let go of her and took a step back.

“Are you planning to ruin the one thing that can pleasure you?” he asked, gazing at her with his pitch- black eyes.

His low voice carried a hint of frivolity.

“I need to rest, you madman.” Ashlyn stretched her waist and headed back into the bedroom.

But deep down, she felt slightly perplexed. I think I fainted just now. Why isn’t he asking me any questions?

Judging from his character, there’s no way he wouldn’t interrogate me about why I fainted or why my body temperature couldn’t stop fluctuating.

He looks so calm that it’s weird.

Ashlyn couldn’t help but feel odd.

Something’s really off here.

She grabbed her phone but realized the battery had died.

Hence, she took the charger out from inside the bedside drawer and switched on her phone shortly after plugging it in.

That was when she saw Jared’s text messages.

Sorry, Boss. I was no match for Lucas, so I had no choice but to leave.

Your Spirogyra’s acting up again… you should remain by his side.

How skilled is Mr. Nolan, Boss? Hehehe.

Ashlyn frowned as she gazed at Jared’s impish text. “He’s great! You don’t have to ask!”

It was now 2 AM.

Jared had long fallen asleep.

However, Ashlyn continued to wonder why Lucas wasn’t asking her anything.

She waited a while, but the man didn’t come back into the bedroom.

Forget it. I’m getting tired. She slowly closed her eyes.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen.

The tall, well-built Lucas took some ginger and brown sugar out of the refrigerator while watching a cooking video.

“Freshly cut ginger slices and a bit of brown sugar.”

Using his strong hands, the man turned on the stove and placed a pot full of ingredients over it before adding some water.

After bringing the water to a boil, he let it simmer for about ten minutes.

Finally, he turned off the stove and headed upstairs with a bowl of ginger soup.

Ashlyn was sleeping when she heard a deep, magnetic voice next to her ear. “Wake up, Honey. Have some soup before getting more sleep.”

She slowly opened her eyes and a mild ginger scent wafted into her nostrils.

Where’d the ginger come from?

Ashlyn looked up to see Lucas leaning over slightly while holding a bowl of ginger soup.

The large man even had an apron on…

Yet, despite wearing a floral apron, he looked incredibly handsome as usual.

“You made this?” Ashlyn sat up and took the bowl.

She took a light sip.

It’s really sweet.

Why is it so sweet?

The ginger aroma had become extremely diluted.

“I was worried you didn’t like the taste of ginger, so I added two extra cubes of sugar,” Lucas said with a faint smile. “How is it?”

“It’s sweet.”

It was simply too sweet.

Still, the woman wasn’t an ingrate. Lucas was haughty, callous, and extremely cold-hearted.

Yet, he got down off his high horse and willingly cooked for her – just so she could feel better.

Ashlyn wholeheartedly accepted his kind gesture. “Thank you.”

Her freezing body instantly warmed up as she drank the soup.

“You’re my wife,” Lucas replied placidly.

But Ashlyn had already closed her eyes. She already felt numb and couldn’t be bothered to argue with him.

I’m your ex. Why do you keep calling me your wife?

Feeling rather ill, she chose not to utter a word.

The next day, Ashlyn woke up and found that Lucas was no longer next to her.