My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas)
Chapter 515

Chapter 515

He was nearly drowned by the jealousy that crept through his heart.

Back then, he had found her silhouette vaguely familiar. Now that he had taken a closer look, his intuition was confirmed.

Olivia was slightly frustrated at how distracted Lochlan was.

"Mr. Lochlan, if the sight of me makes you lose your appetite, let's not have this meal then."

"That's a little too serious, Ms. Warhol," Lochlan brought his gaze back and replied her coolly.

After dinner, Joseph brought Charlotte out of the restaurant.

"Lottie," a cold voice which darkly hinted of anger piped up behind her.

Charlotte turned in shock only to see Lochlan walking out with a woman.

Charlotte turned pale when she saw Olivia, who was dressed to the nines complete with her heels.

This was the socialite that was matchmade with Uncle Lochlan, right?

Indeed, with his family background and superior character, only this type of socialite would suit him.

She looked at her own pink outfit guiltily. She did not dare to look at Olivia earlier at the countryside. Now that she had taken a closer look at her, she wanted nothing more than to run away. Why did I have to bump into her here?

Inexplicable waves of anxiety washed over her, and her palms started to perspire without her realization.

At the same time, a large, warm hand held her little hand and an enchanting voice could be heard, "This is Mr. Lochlan; does he know you?"

Joseph shot a strange look at Lochlan. The raw jealousy and unwillingness in his eyes was plain for all to see.

How is she related to Lochlan?

Even though he had not much interaction with Lochlan, he had always been a calm person who rarely displayed his emotions like this.

Charlotte looked up blankly and her gaze fell on Joseph's concerned handsome face.

Suddenly, her anxiety seemed to be relieved to a certain extent.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to look at Lochlan. He seemed to have lost some weight...

"I'm sorry, sir, I do not know you."

Lochlan looked at Charlotte with complex and strange emotions inside of him. Abandoning Olivia, he walked towards Charlotte in large strides. "What's wrong with you, Lottie? What's going on? Why didn't you come home? How could you run away secretly? Do you know how worried I have been?"

His interrogative tone made Charlotte seem as the guilty party, and his large hand gripped her slim shoulders tightly, wanting to shake her violently.

Thankfully, he managed to curb himself.

However, the more he attempted to get closer to Charlotte, the more she became defensive.

No, I cannot let Uncle Lochlan see how disfigured I am now.

No! I must run, I have to run!

She pushed his hand away and screamed in her attempt to get away from him, "Don't touch me!"

She was so agitated that the hair covering her face was spruced apart and exposed the disfigured half of her face to Lochlan.

He was startled- her once beautiful face was now full of pit holes, bumps, and scars. This is not my Lottie!

Instead of letting go, his grip became tighter and he exclaimed, "What happened to your face!"

"Let me go!" Tears flowed out of Charlotte's limpid eyes, which reflected her inexplicable pain.

Indeed...

Uncle Lochlan hates me now and thinks that I am ugly.

It felt as if a knife was stabbed into her heart.

It was so painful that felt like it had been pierced and torn apart.

The grip on her shoulders hurt; it was as if Lochlan was about to shatter her bones.

Her tears fell.

"No...no! Let me go!"

Joseph heard the helplessness in her voice. Without thinking, he rushed up and put his hand on Lochlan's and said, "Mr. Lochlan, please mind your manners. What are you trying to do to my little sister here?" The petite girl was stuck in between these two tall men, and Charlotte looked at Joseph for help through her teary eyes.