My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 871

Chapter 871

Even the principal of T University showed up, showing just how much Ashlyn was esteemed. Everyone was awed.

The last people to arrive were the two brothers, Jonathan and Jared.

Penelope and Jenny, who were standing together, looked as though they were about to faint. Why are there so many celebrities over on Ashlyn’s side, each more famous than the last?

Some guests behind the pair recognized the celebrities and started whispering among themselves.

Stabbing pain shot through Penelope’s chest. It was simply too much for her to bear!

Unfortunately for her, the worst was yet to come. She watched as Lucas gave Ashlyn the present he had prepared. It was an emerald ring that he had purchased at a high-end auction. However, that was not all. He had also bought the necklace and bracelet that came as a matching set with the ring. Each piece alone was worth tens of millions!

I can’t believe he’d go all out and gift her antique jewelry! I heard the set was part of a jewelry collection worn by the queen of England. Eventually, it somehow made its way into the auction. But now, it has ended up in Ashlyn’s hands!

That knowledge was almost too much for Penelope to bear.

Meanwhile, Ashlyn gazed at the glittering jewelry, then glanced at the man standing before her. She could not help smiling as she said, “They’re gorgeous. I like them.”

She liked collecting valuable jewelry pieces and had a set adorned with sapphires.

It thrilled Lucas’ heart to see her smile, and he responded in a sultry voice, “Making my wife happy is my duty. Happy birthday.”

After saying that, he could not resist reaching out and hugging her. The public display of affection sent the reporters into a wild frenzy.

“Oh my goodness! They just hugged!”

“This is the first time we’re seeing them together, isn’t it?”

“I think you’re right!”

“In the past, they always trended individually.”

“They’ve finally made an appearance together!”

The fact that Penelope was the one who asked them to come and paid them flew straight out of the reporters’ minds. It was evident to them that everything about Ashlyn’s birthday celebration was way more interesting, and nothing was more important to them than getting good photos and stories.

Although there was nothing special about the words Lucas murmured in Ashlyn’s ear, they carried an inexplicable sense of suggestiveness when he said them. Her ears reddened slightly at that, and she had a feeling that he was secretly flirting with her.

Lucas pursed his lips as he gazed toward Penelope, Mary, Sienna, and the others not too far away. Dixon announced that he was going to negotiate a deal today, then went on to throw a big birthday bash for Penelope here. What on earth is he up to?

He looked up nonchalantly and saw Dixon, who had just appeared in the crowd. Ashlyn said she wanted to come to The Peacock to suss out the situation, but how could I let her take risks alone?

Dixon was wearing a black shirt and a pair of black pants. His arms looked lean yet muscular. Combining that with his feminine features, he radiated a strangely sinister aura. Sensing Lucas’ gaze, he shot the latter a smirk and licked his lips, seemingly issuing a silent provocation.

Lucas lowered his gaze and looked away.

By then, Ashlyn was already leading her guests into The Peacock.

The reporters flocked after them, completely forgetting about Penelope, who was waiting to be photographed.

Penelope was so enraged that her eyes turned red. Don’t they know that I’m the one who asked them to come?

She suppressed the aggrieved feeling welling inside her, on the verge of a breakdown. In truth, she nearly called out to the reporters to ask them to come back. However, she resisted the urge to do so. It’d be too humiliating for me. I don’t want that. I won’t ask them to come back.

Fuming, Mary turned to Dixon with a stiff smile and asked, “Mr. Haddock, the private room we’ve booked today is the largest one at The Peacock, am I right?”

“Yes,” he answered flatly.

She felt slightly better after hearing his response, confident that their private room would be the best.