My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas) novel Chapter 369

Summary for Chapter 369: My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas)

What Happens in Chapter 369 – From the Book My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas)

Dive into Chapter 369, a pivotal chapter in My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas), written by joy. This section features emotional turning points, key character decisions, and the kind of storytelling that defines great billionaire fiction.

Chapter 369

It seemingly took all of Ashlyn’s energy to say that.

After screaming, she lay in bed unmoving, as though she had passed out once again.

Lucas stared at Ashlyn’s pale face, his eyes narrowing.

What did she just say?

She was calling out to me!

She’s waiting for me.

His heart pounded wildly; it was about to leap out of his chest.

Unable to control himself any longer, he pressed his lips against Ashlyn’s.

An indescribable wave of passion filled the room.

Two hours later, Lucas walked into the bathroom, all drenched in sweat.

Ashlyn’s body temperature had regulated, and her cheeks were no longer red. All that remained were the traces of their intimacy.

She was back to normal.

Lucas carried her in his arms, cleaned her up briefly, and placed her back on the bed.

He also changed the bedsheets and blanket—all by himself.

The sheets were completely soaked, just like when her Spirogyra flared up at Bayview Villa.

He didn’t understand any of this back then, but he did now.

Is there really no cure?

Lucas whipped out his phone and dialed a number.

Late at night in New York, Sinclair was fast asleep with a blonde beauty in his arms.

Lucas hung up.

His gaze deepened as he stared at Ashlyn through the glass door of the veranda.

After a long while, he took out a pure handmade cigar from a wooden box and held it in one hand. A lighter was in the other.

A blue flame emerged once the lighter was ignited.

At that very moment, Ashlyn caught sight of the man’s charming face.

Everything about his features was stunning and masculine.

However, those eyes of his contained not a single trace of warmth.

He was like a demon from Hell, cold and mighty.

Lucas puffed on the cigar, letting the smoke surround him.