My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas) novel Chapter 505

Summary for Chapter 505: My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas)

Summary of Chapter 505 from My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas)

Chapter 505 marks a crucial moment in joy’s billionaire novel, My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas). This chapter blends tension, emotion, and plot progression to deliver a memorable reading experience — one that keeps readers eagerly turning the page.

Chapter 505

She only regained her bearings after a long while.

She stared blankly at Jared and inquired, “What’s the time now?”

“Seven in the evening,” Jared replied. He queried concernedly, “Boss, how do you feel? Any better?”

“I feel giddy and I have a splitting headache... It’s like the poison worsened,” Ashlyn shook her head. As she said this, blood started seeping out of her lips.

The red blood had a hint of black in it and was sticky and warm.

It trickled down her lips and onto the bed.

Ashlyn felt a surge of drowsiness and nearly lost consciousness once again.

“Boss!”

“Boss!”

Jared, Harrison, and Anderson cried out in unison.

Ashlyn perked up and stared at the three men, “What’s wrong?”

“Boss... your hair...” Jared’s eyes widened as he pointed at Ashlyn’s hair.

“What about my hair?” Ashlyn questioned. She grabbed at her hair, only for a large chunk to be caught in her hand.

Her hair was falling off rapidly.

The pillow was strewn with streaks of silky black hair.

“Ah. Am I turning bald?” Ashlyn joked weakly. She commented lightly, “So, is this medicine effective or not? If anything, I feel like my condition’s gotten worse.

The three men could only watch as she forced herself to put on a brave front in front of them.

Anderson sobbed, “Boss... You don’t have to act like this around us, alright? It’ll only make us feel worse.”

“What’s there to feel bad about? Everyone will die eventually. It’s just a matter of time,” Ashlyn chuckled.

Lucas stared at her silently from the opposite building.

Knowing Lucas, he would spare no effort in looking for her as long as she had not left the country.

Unbeknownst to her, Lucas was lying as well.

He nearly collapsed from heartache when he saw her reply and sent another message with trembling fingers: Honey, can you send me a selfie?

Spencer noticed that Lucas was not going to hold out any longer and he hurriedly supported him. He suggested, “Mr. Nolan, please rest on the bed. You’re too frail at the moment.”

“I want to continue looking at her for a while longer,” Lucas declined calmly.

“Alright then, I’ll get you a chair,” Spencer offered.

Ashlyn asked the men around her, “Do you guys have a mirror?”

“What do you need a mirror for?” Jared raised an eyebrow.

“You don’t have one?” She wanted to check her reflection to ensure that Lucas would not catch on to her lie.