My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 461

Chapter 461

Tightening his grip, Blair clenched the spoon that he was holding. He never ate dishes that looked like what girls would eat.

What more would be expected, in a high-end restaurant, such as the one in the Imperial Hotel?

He would be utterly humiliated.

On the other hand, Tinsor appeared unbothered. He hesitated for a second before trying it. “Wow, it’s good.”

Elbowing Blair, he joked, “You’re a man. What are you shy about? This is Ashlyn’s treat. Do you want to disappoint the goddess?”

Ashlyn’s lips curled, as she looked upon the two teenagers with a gentle gaze. “It doesn’t taste bad. Blair, are you sure that you don’t want to try it?”

Blair… Blair’s grip tightened further. He had never thought that his name could sound so graceful, coming out of Ashlyn’s mouth. In their generation, Lucas was the one who had shared a name with their great-great-grandfather.

All these years, he sincerely believed that the family had held high hopes for Lucas and no hope for them, as they had named Lucas after their great-grandfather.

He had despised his name.

Blair had never thought of a day when he would fall in love with his name because of Ashlyn.

He stared at Ashlyn, hoping to hear his name escape her mouth once again.

“What’s wrong? Why are you staring at me?” Ashlyn asked.

“Nothing, nothing.” Blair shook his head fervently before digging into the ice cream.

When Ashlyn noticed that he was using his left hand, she queried, “You’ve hurt your right hand?”

“No.” Blair hid his right hand further behind his back.

“Then why are you using your left hand? You’re refusing to admit that you’re hurt. Weak.” Tinsor exposed him for his lousy lie.

Blair glared at him as he took out his right hand, to show to Ashlyn.

He had been punching Hayden too vigorously earlier, and his knuckles were scraped.

“It’ll be easy to treat this.” Ashlyn then asked for the first aid kit from the server and treated his wound herself. “Brute force is not the only thing that is required when you fight. You need techniques as well.”

Dabbing some ointment onto the cotton swab, she continued to clean his wound.

Blair was stunned by Ashlyn’s words. She’s not laughing at me? What does she mean? She’s so good at fighting! She…

Abruptly, Blair was excited.

He gulped. With a mouth full of ice cream, he inquired, “Ashlyn, y-you-”

“I have a few friends who train every week. If the two of you are interested, you can join them,” Ashlyn suggested, as she threw the cotton swab into the bin, closing the first aid kit.

Tinsor froze in his seat as he stared at Ashlyn. “Goddess, wait. I’ve been learning martial arts since I was a young lad. I refuse to learn it from someone else.”

Ashlyn spared him a glance before she returned to her ice cream. “The Jaquin family members are successful businessmen now. Say, does your brother still train every day?”

For a moment, Tinsor was at a loss for words.

Ashlyn was right; his brother was constantly dealing with paperwork and clients now. Previously, Tinsor’s brother had trained every day. As of now, he only trained once a week. He could foresee Winsor’s training decreasing to only once every fortnight, and eventually, it would become once every month. Winsor was a busy man.

“Of course, Ashlyn.” Blair nearly sobbed. Being the boy who lived in Lucas’ shadows in the Nolan family, this was the first time that someone had paid so much attention to him.

Upon hearing his agreement, Ashlyn continued, “Okay. Then you’ll start tomorrow. I’ll ask my friend to pick you up after school tomorrow. Once you learn where the place is, you can head there by yourself the next time.”

When Lucas entered the Imperial Hotel’s restaurant, he swept his gaze across the crowd, before finally stopping at the corner table.

By the table was an elegant woman with two teenagers… eating ice cream.

The three were merrily eating their ice cream like children.

Although the man had a frigid, indifferent look on his face, he still attracted the stares of the restaurant’s patrons.