My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 422

Chapter 422

“You sure are my daughter.” Mary nodded in satisfaction.

After lunch, Ashlyn was on her way to her lounge with Shannon, in which the logo of their brand, LX was affixed on the door.

Fashion Week had prepared separate lounges for every guest and brand owner.

Ashlyn had never been in the habit of taking a nap during lunch break. But Shannon, on the other hand, half nervous and half excited, fell asleep on the couch shortly after.

Ashlyn shook her head and got up, wanting to use the restroom.

She grabbed her purse and walked out of the room. Then heading in the restroom’s direction, as indicated by the signage, she suddenly heard a sexy, panting sound when she walked past a room.

“You and Mr. Reedman will vote for me this time, right, Mr. O’Brien?”

Ashlyn’s forehead puckered.

This voice sounds so familiar… Megan Hobbs?

Ashlyn pursed her lips and peered inside through the door that was slightly ajar—Megan was being pinned against the sofa by a tall European man, whose one hand was unbuttoning her roughly and the other slipping under her shirt.

“Oh, Ms. Hobbs, your scent is really unforgettable,” O’Brien spoke with an accent. “You Eurasian women have such petite figures. I’m afraid I’ll crush you.”

“You can’t go back on your word, Mr. O’Brien!” Megan said coquettishly, wrapping her arms around the man’s waist and planted kisses on his neck.

“I think Ms. X from your company has really great taste! Her designs are very soulful and bold! How about… you introduce her to me?” O’Brien gave Megan a nasty smile, ravaging her body with his large hands.

At the thought of Ashlyn’s tall and slender figure and that delicate body, O’Brien couldn’t help but feel his body tighten and his belly burn.

That woman was mysterious and gorgeous, looking very attractive despite the mask. He couldn’t help wanting to remove her mask and see what the woman looked like.

Megan’s jealousy and anger stirred. But she couldn’t afford to offend the man before her, so she forced a smile and said in a sweet voice, “Hey, how could you do this? You have your eyes on that X, haven’t you? If you fancy her, how about I get her for you and you can play with her?”

O’Brien cackled unpleasantly. “I haven’t played with a woman in a mask before. It must be exciting!”

Ashlyn stood in the doorway with bated breath, a hint of disdain flashing across the corner of her lips.

The nerve of Megan Hobbs to plot against me! Where did she even find the courage to do that?

Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly heard the sound of Abigail talking to another designer coming from not far away.

Ashlyn frowned. She could neither advance nor retreat now.

If she continued to stand here, she would get caught by Abigail, but if she left in a hurry and Abigail saw her back, she would still get caught for eavesdropping.

She wasn’t afraid of getting noticed. She just hated the trouble that comes after that.

Right before she could react, a man reached out abruptly and dragged her into the room next door, pressing her against the door panel with his tall form.

Ashlyn instinctively raised her eyes to look at the man who was confining her.

Lucas?

Why is he here?

The man was clad in a black suit with a white shirt inside, and the shirt was paired with a black tie, looking suave and commanding.

Under the warm lights, his handsome, three-dimensional face was all the more flawless.

Ashlyn quickly looked away from the man when their eyes met, but the man swiftly captured her lips with his, raiding her of her air.

Finally breaking off the lingering kiss, Lucas carried her to sit on the sofa.