My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 802

Chapter 802

Spencer saw a beautiful young lady pulling weeds in a vegetable patch, incredibly focused on her task at hand.

The sun had climbed to its peak by then, its unforgiving heat causing a sheen of sweat to appear on Ashlyn’s forehead.

Suddenly, Ashlyn’s hand shot out before her.

Spencer noticed she had a fat, green caterpillar pinched between her fingers.

Then, she promptly threw the caterpillar on the ground and stepped on it.

The bug just died.

Ashlyn continued weeding afterward, and Spencer could not help but take a video of her with his phone.

Half an hour passed before Ashlyn finally stood up.

She called out to Ian, who was inside the house. “I’m leaving, Old Mr. Leno! See you tomorrow.”

After dusting the dirt off her hands, she washed her hands using a faucet in the yard before heading for the gate.

It was then that she noticed Spencer standing outside. He hesitated before saying, “Ms. Berry, what are you…”

“Oh, it’s nothing. Gardening’s great for the mind and body.” While trying to dry her hands, Ashlyn said, “Give me some tissues from the car.”

The sweat on her forehead had almost trickled to her neck.

When they got to the car, Spencer hurriedly opened the door and grabbed some tissues for her.

His heart ached at how tired Ashlyn looked.

“What did Old Mr. Leno say?”

Nodding, Ashlyn said, “He agreed. Bring Mr. Nolan here tomorrow morning.”

“What about you?” asked Spencer confusedly. Isn’t Ms. Berry joining us?

“Oh, I have something else to do tomorrow.” Ashlyn dried the sweat on her forehead and tossed the soiled tissues into the car’s trash bin.

Spencer started the car and drove off. The Leno residence fell into silence once more.

Ian walked out of the house with an old bamboo an in his hand.

He headed to the vegetable patch, filled with doubt. Soon enough, he saw the plastic green trash bin in his yard piled with weeds and several dead caterpillars.

The vegetable patch was wet as though it was freshly watered.

It was the perfect amount of moisture for his vegetables without turning the surrounding ground muddy.

He did not have to worry about wet soil on his shoes while plucking vegetables from outside the patch.

Ashlyn had done a great job tidying the patch, and she had even placed some rods in the ground to support the green bean vines, allowing them to snake upward as they grow.

Ian could not help but smile.

She’s a diligent young woman. What can she not achieve with such an excellent trait?

He began to feel curious about the friend Ashlyn had mentioned. What kind of friend must he or she be for that young woman to put in so much effort to convince me?

The next morning, Ashlyn disappeared without a trace, leaving Spencer to bring Lucas to the Leno residence alone.

Ian heard someone knocking on his door and looked over. He immediately saw a tall, handsome young man with striking features and an extremely imposing aura, which stifled the air in the small yard.

The young man wore a black shirt and slacks and placed one hand in his pocket. He placed his other hand casually on the old doorframe, yet the action did not diminish his extraordinary sense of elegance.

“Mister, I’m Lucas Nolan, your… patient.”

His rich baritone voice reverberated against the backdrop of the quiet morning.

Ian set his coffee cup aside and replied lightly, “Come here and take a seat.”

Lucas entered the yard and strode toward the grapevine-sheltered table where Ian sat.

The smell of coffee wafted through the yard as Ian picked up his coffee pot and poured a cup for his patient.

“Have some coffee.”

Lucas wrapped his long fingers around the coffee cup and took a sip. “An exceptional Black Ivory coffee. It tastes pretty good.”

“It’s all right.” Ian’s expression remained placid as he instructed, “Close your eyes.”

Lucas slowly closed his eyes just as Ian’s voice rang out beside his ear. “Who’s the most important person in your heart?”