My One In A Million Wife

My One In A Million Wife [Ashlyn And Lucas] Chapter 6

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 6

Without sparing these one meter eight men another glance, she stepped into the neighborhood in her high heels.

Whitland Villa District was a notoriously high-class residential area, and the people who lived here were either rich or powerful.

A villa here was worth ten million.

But to Ashlyn, there was nothing appealing about this place, and she really didn’t want to come back. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Placing her finger on the fingerprint lock to verify herself, she entered the house and saw Lucas sitting on the couch with a laptop on his lap.

Upon hearing a click on the door, the man looked up at her. “Where did you go?”

“Oh, uh, I went house-hunting today,” Ashlyn lied. We’re gonna divorced, anyway. This man has never cared about where I was going or what I was going to do. It’s probably less likely that he’ll know in the future.

“You really don’t want to consider keeping this villa?” Lucas closed the laptop and beckoned her to come forward.

Ashlyn blinked, putting on a gentle and lovely face, and walked up to him.

The man straightaway pulled her to sit on his lap before she could speak, holding her in his arms.

Ashlyn wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, looking at him fondly and replied bluntly, “Nope.”

“Aren’t you looking for a house?” The man gently stroked her hair. “Just keep this house and you can save the trouble.”

“I’m lazy and this house is too big. I can’t afford to hire a maid.” Ashlyn smiled, her eyes forming a rather adorable crescent moon shape.

Lucas gazed at her pleasant smile and couldn’t help but say, “Don’t you think it’s a bit of a loss that you don’t want anything?”

“We’ve never quarreled in the past for years and you’ve never mistreated me. I got the best of everything,” Ashlyn said, her eyes glowing. “So, what am I losing?”

Regardless of any festive seasons, the man would present her with rare and resplendent gifts, like the ancient kings doting on their concubines.

Even though there was no love between the two, they had treated each other with respect.

“Do you really not have any feelings for me?” Lucas hugged Ashlyn. “Whatever you want is at your fingertips if you stay with me.”

Ashlyn was unambitious. Married for four years, she had never asked him for cars, houses or money like any other women.

In response to Lucas’ intimate approach, Ashlyn softly nestled in his arms, half-squinting her eyes like a lazy kitten.

This marriage was a lifesaver to her.

It had saved her for four years, and now it was time for it to end. She wasn’t one of those women who sought money and love. All she wanted was to live.

As Lucas said, since they were getting a divorce, they might as well cherish the time that they had left.

*

The air was fresh with a hint of coolness in the late autumn morning.

Ashlyn was wakened by a man clasping her hand, whose deep black eyes shone with a deadly allure.

The man had a remarkable look. He had a prominent nose and a pair of beguiling eyes that exuded an innate nobility.

“But I still want to sleep,” she mumbled.

The man chuckled softly.

It was already one in the afternoon when she woke up again.