My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 1070 Pristine White Canvas

Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly took another bite of her food.

I couldn't even enjoy a meal in peace! How harsh my life is! Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

However, as the delicious delicacies reached her lips, she felt a fiery sensation akin to having a ball of fire in her mouth.

Smack!

With a sudden forceful motion, her fair fingers slammed the fork onto the table. Lucas looked up in surprise, raising an eyebrow at the woman before him. Her face was flushed with an unusual shade of red as if she were drunk on wine.

“You...”

He had just slightly parted his lips, the words not yet spoken when Ashlyn suddenly lunged at him. With a loud thud, he was shrouded by her, falling onto the couch behind the dining table. Her eyes were red at the corners as she gazed at him seductively. Her captivating stare seemed like she wanted to devour him whole. At that moment, she exuded an enchanting dominance.

Her palm pressed firmly on his shoulder while her other hand gently lifted Lucas' smooth chin.

“You're mine tonight!” After saying that, she leaned down and covered his thin lips. An alluring scent wafted toward him. Ensnared by the captivating and domineering presence of Ashlyn, Lucas couldn't help but feel a pang deep in his heart. In the next moment, Ashlyn felt a sudden dizziness as Lucas switched places with her. Her back pressed firmly against the soft couch.

“As you wish, Your Majesty.” ... In the bewildering night, a frenzied atmosphere prevailed. Everything fell into place so perfectly.

By the time Ashlyn woke up, it was already the following day. She rubbed her somewhat aching head, feeling as uncomfortable as if she had a hangover. Memories of last night surfaced before her eyes. Then, she closed them for a moment, feeling slightly overwhelmed.

Last night, I... Oh no! What have I done?

She was secretly annoyed when, at that very moment, the bathroom door was pulled open. Lucas, wearing only a bath towel, stepped out. Water droplets continuously trickled down his chest, winding along his distinct muscle lines. The flawless contours were enough to make any woman scream in excitement. His wet and messy hair accentuated his handsome and captivating appearance.

He casually grabbed a towel and placed it on his head. Even a simple action like brushing his hair was done with exceptional grace and elegance. Lucas, whether it be his physique or appearance, was undoubtedly blessed by the heavens.

“Would you like to go to a place with me?” It was a question from him, not a command. Ashlyn raised her eyebrows and asked, “Where to?”

“You'll know once we get there.” Lucas remained silent, leaving a sense of suspense by deliberately withholding further information. Half an hour later, after a simple breakfast, the two left the hotel. Last night, a gentle snowfall transformed the world into a pristine white canvas.

Ashlyn wore a white woolen coat with a very neat cut and style. She also donned a white beret on her head, looking as pure and flawless as an elf in the snow. Lucas wore a black cashmere coat. His figure was tall and slender. His eyes were deep and mysterious, like an ancient creature that had existed for thousands of years in the abyss. His prominent nose and the sharp lines of his jaw were striking enough to take one's breath away. With a handsome and dashing tall figure, his slender legs wrapped

in black trousers, and his coat open as he walked, he seemed like a flawless statue, exuding an undeniable air of nobility and irresistible masculine charm.

The two of them were dressed in a perfectly coordinated manner, as if they were wearing matching outfits. Ashlyn put her hands in her pockets and looked at Lucas.

“Did you do it on purpose?” Lucas' subordinates sent over these two sets of clothes. The brand was the same, and the style was extremely similar in design. The only difference was that one was dressed in black and the other in white.

Is he trying to show off our matching outfits?

“Isn't it normal for me and my wife to wear matching clothes?” Lucas took a limited edition navy blue scarf and walked straight to Ashlyn. He held the scarf and tied it around her neck with his well-defined, large hand. Ashlyn was at a loss.

Gosh!

His audacious and surprising actions left her utterly speechless. Lucas' actions were gentle, but his tone was extremely domineering.

“If you want a scarf, there are plenty in the closet. Feel free to choose,” he said, skillfully wrapping the scarf around her neck. Only then did he release his grip, admiring the scarf that adorned her neck.