My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 562

Chapter 562

He was trying to analyze the situation for her.

Ashlyn’s hands froze for a brief second before she returned to her furious typing.

She breathed out, but before she could say anything, Jared continued, “The more you think about it, the more you’ll panic. Boss, you’ve got to calm down.”

“He won’t be out of contact with me.” Ashlyn downed the milk. “I’m tired.”

Jared nodded before he took the cup away. “Rest early.”

He closed the door behind him.

Silence settled in the room.

Ashlyn found herself panicking.

It had a grip on her.

She took out her phone to send a message to Lucas again. As she expected, there was no response from him.

She silently locked her phone and placed it on the bedside table.

Her thoughts and emotions were jumbled in her mind.

When Lucas woke up again, he found himself in a private jet.

This looks unfamiliar. Where am I heading to?

He slowly moved upward, about to sit up.

Abruptly, a sweet voice sounded beside him. “Lucas, you’re awake?”

Lucas’ heart skipped a beat before he turned in the voice’s direction. “Claire?”

Claire put down the fashion magazine she was reading and smiled gently at him. “Mom and Dad have allowed me to stay with you for a while. I hope you won’t find me annoying.”

“Of course not.” Lucas shook his head. My head’s killing me. He rubbed his temples, hoping to ease the pain before he sat up.

Claire poured a glass of water for him. “Dad and Mom said that you’ve been in poor health since you arrive in France. They told me to take care of you during the flight.”

“Claire…” When Lucas looked at her face that was identical to Grace’s, for a moment, he fell into a trance.

Grace and Claire were identical twins, but their personalities were worlds apart. One was calm and collected, while the other was cheerful and naive.

Claire was the latter.

She was the eldest child of the Nolan family, but she viewed the world in rose-colored glasses as if troubles would never plague her. She was patient and gentle with everyone she met.

Even though Lucas was apathetic to many people and things, he could not be so when it was Claire.

“Claire, did you see my phone?” Lucas hesitated before asking her.

After a brief dig in her purse, Claire handed him a phone. “Is it this one?”

Lucas took it and realized that it was out of battery.

His gaze turned toward the blue sky outside the window.

The death anniversary of his sister was always the day he suffered the most.

His parents never forgave him; they would always curse at him or humiliate him.

Yet, those cruel parents were the ones to raise a naive and sweet girl like Claire.

Every time he saw how loved his sister was, he would not help but wonder how important he was to his parents.

I’m nothing but someone who was abandoned. Why am I still hoping for someone to love me? When that person chased him away, his parents took him in.

Lucas closed his eyes, not daring to think any further.

He was the one to blame for Grace’s death.

He should bear the responsibility.

Now that Claire was returning with him, he hoped she would be safe and sound the entire time.

In the evening.

The private jet landed at South Star Airlines airport.

Lucas turned on his charged phone to realize that four days had passed.

He was in Paris for four days.

Countless messages and missed calls had piled up in his notification box.

Some calls were from Spencer, and some were from Ashlyn.

There were countless unread messages.

She had been sending multiple messages to him every day, asking him what had happened and where he was.

Warmth wrapped around Lucas’ heart; he was touched.

He had never thought that she would be so anxious about his absence.

Respite finally came for his numb and despairing heart.

It felt like he was a man trapped in a desert who had finally seen an oasis.

The desire of the heart that craved for love was fulfilled.

He had been given up to the darkness at the start.