My One In A Million Wife

My One In A Million Wife [Ashlyn And Lucas] Chapter 261

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 261

The moment Ashlyn placed the phone by her ear, she heard Lochlan’s apologetic voice. “Ms. Berry, sorry, I’m still busy. Can you send Lottie home? I’ll be worried if she goes home by herself.”

“Sure. Don’t worry.”

“Thank you.”

Hanging up the call, Ashlyn returned the phone to Charlotte. “Let’s go. I’ll be your guardian of the day.”

Right then, a Bentley came to a stop in front of the two.

Lucas came down from the car and strode toward Ashlyn. “What a coincidence. Where are you heading to?”

Ashlyn perked her brows and looked at him. “It’s really such a… coincidence.”

Too coincident.

“Why don’t I give you a ride?” Lucas ignored Charlotte’s presence. His eyes were fixed on Ashlyn’s pretty face, not letting any of her micro-expressions slip by him.

“Charlotte, let’s go. Up the car.” With Charlotte’s hand in hers, the two sat on the back seats.

The light in Lucas’ eyes dimmed. He had wanted to make the girl sit in the front.

Now he was going to be all by himself in the front instead.

Damn it!

Forget it. At least she’s willing to get into my car now.

It’s a great improvement.

Charlotte was staring at the handsome man. He clearly had divine facial features, but the air around him sent chills down her spine.

She could not help but move closer to Ashlyn. His gaze is… scary. He looked even scarier after I sat beside Ms. Berry.

It looks like he wants to swallow Ms. Berry whole and chase me out of the car.

But Ms. Berry doesn’t look scared at all.

Abruptly, Charlotte was jealous of Ashlyn; Jealous that the latter was fearless.

She, too, wanted to become someone like Ashlyn.

Lucas was sensitive enough to notice Charlotte’s reliance and trust in Ashlyn. Moreover, she looked like she admired the woman.

Frustration swarmed from his chest to his brain.

It’s one thing that Naomi is obsessed with Ashlyn, but where did this girl come from?

She looks like a foolish rabbit. Lucas was tempted to throw her out of the car window.

Does that mean if I pretend to be an innocent rabbit, Ashlyn will spare a glance at me?

Hence, the idea of pretending to be innocent was now on Lucas’ to-do list.

He sat in the front passenger seat as his slender fingers thrummed on his thigh, thinking of ways to attract Ashlyn’s attention.

Meanwhile, Spencer was concentrating on the road. He was horrified to find out that his boss was sitting right beside him for the trip.

Every once in a while, Lucas would glance at Ashlyn through the rearview mirror.

The woman’s face looked flawless as usual.

Even if he did nothing than stare at her face, Lucas found his mood improving. What a pity there’s a third wheel sitting beside her. If not for her, I’d be the one beside her, Lucas thought, displeased.

The Bentley smoothly swerved in the traffic like a fish in its territory.

Lucas’ fingers didn’t stop thrumming.

“Ms. Berry, where is this young miss staying at?” Spencer abruptly asked.

“My house is at… Whitland Villa.” Charlotte’s voice was soft. Her long hair that was covering part of her face had also hidden her anxiety away from others.

A glint flashed across Lucas’ dark eyes, and he received a respite from his frustrations.

“We’re heading the same way.” Lucas muttered. He then turned to look out of the window. It’s dark.

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No one could have thought that all the richest and most powerful man in the world wanted was a good sleep.

A foreboding thought entered Ashlyn’s mind. She sensed that Lucas was insinuating something.

Damn it.

Why is Charlotte living in the Whitland Villa area too?

It felt as if a mountain had landed on her chest.

Soon after sending Charlotte home, the car stopped in front of Lucas’ house.