MY EXTRAORDINARY WIFE - Season 2 Episode 85

Lyanna’s lovely face was contorted into a twisted mask of jealousy. “I’ve been in love with him since we were kids. I promised myself I would become Mrs. Nolan when I grew up. If even that cheap b*tch Hera can smile and flirt with him, how dare he not even look at me?”

“I can’t stand this insult, Damian. There’s only one family with the name Berry in Lake City, and they might as well be trailer trash. Do you really think the Nolan family can accept a girl from that type of family as a daughter-in-law?”

Damian swallowed nervously. “But didn’t we hear that Lucas was married? There’s already a Mrs. Nolan.”

Lyanna chuckled coldly. Judging by what she knew of Lucas, hell would freeze over first before he ever got married.

“If he were really married, I’m sure we would at least see his wife at one point. That incident where he rescued people on a plane? I’ll bet it’s another underhanded trick to promote South Star Airlines. Just look at their stock prices—it’s been going up continuously over the past few days!”

“Lyanna, I know you’re the smarter one and that you’ve always been more proud of yourself than I am, but I’m worried for you.” Damian heaved a sigh.

Lyanna glanced at him impassively. “I told you, stay out of my business.”

Damian’s lips moved like he wanted to say something, but in the end, he could only nod. “If you say so… “

…

At this moment, in the Whitland Villa, two intertwined bodies grappled back and forth on the large bed.

The air was heavy with musk, sweat and desire.

The man’s low groans and the woman’s breathy whimpers echoed through the room in time with each other, rising and falling to compose a sensuous symphony.

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Lucas’s large hands gripped Ashlyn’s waist tightly as he worshiped her, the passion in his dark eyes threatening to melt her into nothingness.

Even as she threw her trembling head back, Ashlyn clung desperately to her last shred of resistance, unwilling to let herself fall into that mesmerizing abyss.

But it was not a choice. Everything was working against her, stripping her resistance away and silencing any refusal.

Lucas groaned, and the sound alone was almost enough to send Ashlyn over the edge. He embraced her tightly. “Lyn… “

Through the pleasant haze in her mind, Ashlyn could vaguely see Lucas’s face grow closer.

Lyn. It was a name she never heard anyone call her since her mother passed away.

It was comforting to hear it again.

Their tangled affair lasted through most of the night, fueled by Lucas’s insatiable appetite. Finally, with every last drop of her energy spent, Ashlyn eventually drifted off into a deep sleep.

After being fed well, the Spirogyra in her body settled down as well. As Ashlyn slept, unbeknownst to her, the sated Spirogyra glowed faintly as it lay docilely within her blood vessels.

Lying beside Ashlyn, Lucas gazed at her sleeping features hungrily. Even in sleep, she was luminous. Her finely arched brows were furrowed slightly, lending her a regal look as if something in her dreams

made her uneasy.

Her features were enchanting, pulling him deeper and deeper into her world. Lucas could not resist grazing his hand across her smooth cheek, pinching it mischievously as the urge occurred to him.

Ashlyn made a disgruntled sound through her nose but did not stir. She must have been truly tired out.

He adored Ashlyn’s unrestrained passion in bed, finding her unbearably gorgeous when she fully gave herself over to her desires. Lucas could not help the stupid grin that spread across his face. With his thirst slaked, he was content. Both his mind and body were satisfied.

As long as Ashlyn was with him, Lucas could feel every cell inside his body hum with calm contentment. But without Ashlyn, he would always inevitably descend into a spiral of dark frustration.

Lucas let out a long exhale. He still could not get to the bottom of his tangled thoughts, but he just knew that he did not want to leave Ashlyn.

Settling down beside her, Lucas pulled Ashlyn into his embrace easily, feeling the weight of her slender body in his arms.

He closed his eyes, surrendering to sleep.

It was a good night’s sleep.

The next morning, Lucas washed himself up quickly, changing into a new set of clothes.

He walked over to the bed, looking at the woman who was still sleeping deeply there before checking the time. Quickly kissing Ashlyn once on the lips lightly, he hurriedly rushed downstairs and drove away from the villa.

The loud rumble of the engine coming from the garage made Ashlyn stir. She frowned as she jumped down from the bed. Her lack of sleep last night was manifesting itself in the form of her dry eyes.

Ashlyn looked out of the window just in time to see Lucas drive away in a black Bentley, vanishing from her line of sight.

She glanced at the clock. It was barely six in the morning. Frustration was starting to build in her chest. She was a notoriously light sleeper, and not getting her quality sleep made her want to beat up the closest person in her vicinity.

Ashlyn washed her face casually before looking at her clothes. Lucas had torn them into unwearable scraps of cloth yesterday night.

She rummaged through his wardrobe for one of his shirts, putting it on. A further search produced a pair of slacks which she pulled on as well.

Grabbing her bag, Ashlyn opened the door and left the villa.