My One In A Million Wife

My One In A Million Wife [Ashlyn And Lucas] Chapter 5

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 5

“Right…” Jared muttered to himself.

After Ashlyn returned to her room, she was just about to take a shower when her phone rang.

It was Lucas.

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“Where did you go?” the man asked coldly, his voice laced with a hint of displeasure. “Why aren’t you back at this hour?”

Ashlyn froze. “Aren’t we divorced?”

Why is he still calling me?

And he’s urging me to go home?

It’s not even the weekends today. Why is he over at Whitland Villa?

“I haven’t signed it yet, so it’s not valid.” Lucas couldn’t help but frown when he remembered what Spencer had told him.

How can this woman be so straightforward and nonchalant?

He had come back here right after work without a second thought, only to see the lights that were usually on for his return weren’t lit.

Pushing open the door, he saw that the house was empty, and that Ashlyn was gone.

She had simply taken off.

With an effort, Ashlyn reined back her impatience. Trying to sound as gentle as possible, she said petulantly, “I’ve already signed the divorce agreement, honey. You were the one who filed for the divorce.”

If I were to flip out directly, who knows if this temperamental man would change his mind on the spot and refuse to divorce?

By then, I’ll have to go through the trouble of finding a way to divorce again.

I’m very busy. I have no time to play games with him.

“Be a good girl and come home first, okay?” Lucas said, standing by the window and looking out at the lights of the city, like a good husband urging his wife to come home early.

Ashlyn took a deep breath. “Okay! Give me thirty minutes.”

She went down the stairs, her face appallingly cold as her whole body radiated an unwelcoming aura that repelled whoever came near her.

The men downstairs broke out in a cold sweat at the grim expression on her face. They steeled their hearts, asking, “Boss, w-where are you going?”

“Send me to Whitland Villa,” Ashlyn said frigidly, barely keeping her temper in check.

Relax, relax… You’ll get a divorce in no time. Breathe…

Jared followed her out with glee. “I thought you were gonna stay at home.”

“Zip it!” How Ashlyn wished to blow Lucas’ brain out. But as of now, she could only take it out on Jared. “Go to the training room and practice target shooting for a hundred rounds. Don’t sleep until you finished!”

“Boss—” Jared let out a wail.

Yet, the svelte woman slammed the door of the Land Rover and left in a huff.

The Land Rover simply whizzed along the highway.

The two men in black sitting in the backseat were so frightened by the speed that their faces turned white. “B-Boss—”

“Argh!”

“S-Slow down!”

It was at this moment that they finally understood why it was said that a coward should never ride in Ashlyn’s car.

Their stomachs were churning, but the woman at the driver’s seat was expressionless. She was staring at the road straight ahead, skillfully controlling the steering wheel as she stepped on the gas, overtaking cars after cars; all in one smooth motion.

Even if they were about to throw up, they had to admit that their boss looked really cool driving like this.

It simply took Ashlyn thirty minutes to arrive when it was originally an hour journey.

When the Land Rover stopped nearby Whitland Villa, the two men rushed out at once and vomited on the flowerbed by the roadside until their faces went red.

“Weak! Is that all you can take? If I were to go full steam ahead, you’ll probably be dead by now,” Ashlyn reamed them out for failing to live up to her expectations. “Go back and keep training!”