This is definitely not Ashlynâs work.
Thatâs not how her coffee tastes like.
The breakfast doesnât taste like anything she usually makes.
The realization made a cold look crawl into the manâs eyes, and the look would have frozen the cup of coffee if it could.
âLucas, I made sausages too. Do you want to try it?â
Enduring the soreness of her body, Hera smiled as she carried a tray toward the dining table.
She had not noticed the changes in her surroundings nor the tension in the atmosphere.
âWho gave you the permission to enter my house? And even the kitchen to cook?â In Lucasâ cold tone was intense displeasure.
His gloomy expression made Heraâs smile freeze. Heâs not happy? When she received Lucasâ
message early in the morning, she hurriedly dragged her sore body over to make breakfast for him, but he seemed unhappy about it.
âLucas, werenât you the one who sent your men to give me a message, telling me to come over and make breakfast for you? Youâve even given me your house addressâ¦â Hera found herself barely able to breathe as he questioned her.
âHera, who do you think you are? I never sent anyone to send you a message nor ask you to come to my house. Donât do insignificant things.â Lucas coldly uttered. How free and scheming is she?
Did she think that my impression of her will change just because she made me breakfast?
âHow can you say this? Lucas, my love for you is sincere!â She had been busy since morning. Not only did she not get anything in return, but he also even rejected her ruthlessly. Tears escaped from her eyes as she looked at Lucas with a deep frown on her face.
She then took out a letter from her purse and mumbled, âYou can look at it if you donât believe in my words.â
âSince youâve planned to put on a show, Iâm sure you came prepared.â Lucas chuckled in a low voice, âYour tears worth nothing to me. Donât assume that Iâd feel bad for you because youâre crying.â
Hera was close to exploding in rage.
She stood in front of the table, upset. Her hands were still gripping tight onto the letter.
If it wasnât Lucas who sent me this, who did?
Is that person trying to make Lucas hate me?
âLouis, thereâll only be one Mrs. Nolan in this house, and only one woman can be here. I donât want this to happen again.â Lucas uttered, glancing at Louis.
The butler had been working in the Nolan family for years. He would not put the older man in a difficult spot.
However, this incident had him upset.
Hera had just been f*cked by so many men last night, but here she is acting for sympathy. Who does she think she is?
Does she think that sheâs the lady of the house?
How ridiculous!
When Ashlyn came down the stairs, she saw Hera, who was sobbing in distress.
She perked her brows and glanced at Lucas, who was seated at the dining table.
There was food on the table, but the man had not touched it.
âSince someone has made you breakfast, Iâll take my leave now.â
The woman sounded glacial.
Upon hearing her voice, Hera jerked her head upward to see Ashlynâs pretty, bare face, and beautiful figure.
Even when Ashlyn was only wearing a simple T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans, she could not hide the perfect body she had.
âWhy are you here?â Hera shrieked.
Why is it this woman again?
Ashlyn turned to look at her. If looks could kill, Hera would have murdered Ashlyn a thousand times by now.
The venomous gaze she had pierced right into anyone she looked at. A weighted hatred was spilling out of Heraâs eyes.
âWhy canât I be here?â Ashlyn mocked before walking past her, planning to leave.
However, Lucas was quicker than she was.
Somehow, the man had stood up from his chair and grabbed her wrist. âI havenât had my breakfast yet.â
âDidnât someone already made one for you?â Ashlyn asked with an indifferent expression.