My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas)
Chapter 563

Chapter 563

But he had pulled through it; he had woken up to brightness.

The woman dear to him saved him.

At Whitland Villa.

When Ashlyn received the call from Lucas, she instantly rushed to him.

Without delaying any second, she pressed her thumb on the digital lock, and the door opened with a click.

"Lucas, someone is coming." A sweet feminine voice came from the living room.

The moment Ashlyn heard the unfamiliar voice, her blood froze in her veins.

Her passion, her excitement, her agitation... They were a fire put out by a bucket of cold water.

Her heart felt as if someone had smashed a hammer into it.

Why is there an unfamiliar woman in Whitland Villa?

At that moment, she felt the urge to laugh.

She was the joke.

Her worry for him had swamped her; she had been pulling strings to look for him. She... had never thought that he would bring a woman home.

He must have been unreachable these few days because of this woman.

Ashlyn could not stop thinking about it; the gears in her head overheating itself as emotions clogged up in her mind.

She dared not imagine what had happened during these four days.

Claire stood up from the sofa as she looked at Ashlyn curiously. The woman was wearing white, and she looked beautiful in the artificial lights. Even her pallid face looked exquisite. What a pretty woman.

Her observation upset her. When did such a pretty woman appear by Lucas' side?

Why didn't I know about this?

However, Ashlyn did not have the time to observe Claire. She stood rooted to the ground. It was then Lucas walked out of the bathroom as he dried his damp hair.

He was in a black bathrobe, and his muscular chest was discernible. There were drops of water still clinging to his skin.

Ashlyn looked at him gloomily.

How funny. He's always been clear to draw the line with other women, but he's showering when another woman is around this time. She's even wearing pajamas. Are they going to do it after his shower?

Who am I to him?

Right. We're divorced.

It's his right to do as he pleases with another woman; he's single, after all.

I'm just his ex-wife.

Ashlyn took in a breath. She had hundreds of questions she wanted to ask Lucas, but the words refused to form.

She turned to leave.

Lucas did not expect Ashlyn to come so quickly. When he noticed the unusual look on her face, he threw his towel aside and ran after her.

"Hey! Lucas, where are you going?" Claire shouted at her brother as she ran around the sofa.

However, the man continued running as if he had not heard her.

Claire stomped her feet, frustrated.

Ashlyn's mind was blank.

She always thought Lucas would wait for her as long as she wanted.

The man had always been running after her. He never seemed to tire nor regret, and he never cowered from their interactions.

He rejected Jenny's courting.

He gave up on Hera, his childhood friend.

Ashlyn thought she was different. Special, even.

But men were all the same.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt she was a joke.

With a hung head, she continued walking quickly. She was so caught up with her thoughts that she ignored the road.

Suddenly, she tripped, and her body leaned to the side. Just as she was about to fall, a slender arm caught her by her waist.

Lucas pulled her into his arms.

In response, Ashlyn shoved him away. She had been trapped in her head to the point she did not react to the fall, despite her usual quick reflexes. Her voice was tinged with wrath as she hissed, "Lucas, go back to your lover."

Suddenly, Lucas laughed.

It was a laugh that made his shoulders shake. In the moonlight, the man looked seductive.