My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas)
Chapter 501

Chapter 501

Spencer persuaded him, "Mr. Nolan, please calm down. Otherwise, your injury will only get worse!"

Lucas remained silent and had a pained expression.

He pursed his thin lips and clenched his teeth.

He stared intently at Ashlyn, who was on the balcony.

When he saw Jared pick her up and leave, he felt a wrench in his heart. The man beside her now should have been me!

He took a deep breath and flung himself onto his bed.

He sent Ashlyn a WhatsApp message: Honey, what're you doing? I've recently headed to Maredania for a business trip... After sending the self-deluding message, he closed his eyes and endured the pain in his heart...

At the Fraser Residence.

Lochlan returned to the empty villa that was once filled with the laughter of a young girl.

She had disappeared for a few days.

No matter how much he searched, he could not replace a trace of her.

He started pacing around the room in a state of panic.

He took a seat in Charlotte's room and stared at the photograph on the table. Her bashful smile looked like a flower about to bloom.

He caressed the photo and mumbled, "Lottie, just where on earth are you?"

No matter how many resources Lochlan devoted into looking for Charlotte, he was unable to replace her.

He slumped onto the sofa dejectedly and felt a strange sense of emptiness in his chest.

Before he realized, he had fallen asleep.

In his drowsy state, there seemed to be someone in front of him putting a blanket over him gently.

He opened his eyes and stared at the beautiful face in front of him blankly. He held her hand and exclaimed, "Lottie, you're back!" Olivia's expression darkened and her hand that was in the middle of placing the blanket over him froze.

She snapped, "It's me."

That's the voice of a mature woman. She's not Lottie?

Lochlan jumped in his seat and squinted at the woman in front of her. It was his matchmaking partner from a few days back, Olivia.

Olivia was in a red one-piece dress that highlighted her figure and wore light makeup on her beautiful face. She looked like a typical, refined socialite. Lochlan let go of her embarrassedly and rubbed his temples, "Why are you here?"

Olivia suppressed her anger and took a seat beside him. She explained, "I heard that your foster daughter was missing, so I came to take a look." "Thanks for your concern," Lochlan replied flatly.

Olivia was not young either. She was twenty-eight then, two years younger than Lochlan.

She extended a fair hand and placed it on Lochlan's. She declared, "Mr. Fraser, I'm interested in you. Why don't we try dating?"

"Ms. Warhol, I believe I've told you this before, but I already have someone else in mind," Lochlan declined. His head hurt. This woman must've come on my mother's orders. That's probably how she got my address as well.

Olivia reacted as though he had just told a joke and chuckled, "So what? As long as you're not married, I still have a chance. Even if you are, there's still the possibility of divorce! So what if you love someone else?"

She clutched Lochlan's hand tightly and placed it on her thigh. She enquired coquettishly, "You're already thirty. Don't you want to do it?"

Her eyes were filled with a seductive charm as she held Lochlan's hand tightly.

Lochlan had not expected the woman to act so boldly during their second meeting.

He retracted his hand and got up, "Ms. Warhol, please keep your hands to yourself. A woman must learn to love herself before she can be loved."

He added impatiently, "I'm busy. Ms. Warhol, the exit is this way."

He then strode outside without giving Olivia a chance to reply.