âIâm not in the mood to make breakfast after seeing trash right at the start of my day.â Ashlyn swung his hand away and walked toward the door.
Lucas hurried after her.
Hera gritted her teeth as she looked at them. She was about to rush after them when Louis stopped her.
With a stern look, he spoke, âMs. Chapman, please donât make things difficult for me in the future. Mr.
Nolan has said that this place is off-limits to you.â
The woman had forced her way into the kitchen as if she were the lady of the house, and she had embarrassed him.
If he knew about Lucasâ thoughts, he would have chased her out the moment she stepped into the house.
Now that Lucas had clarified that there was only one Mrs. Nolan, he was not going to show any courtesy to Hera anymore.
Hera shot a frustrated glare at Louis. Old fool!
When I become Mrs. Nolan, youâll be the first to go.
Rushing out of the house, Lucas spotted Ashlyn.
She was walking quick.
Looking at her slender figure, he thirsted for her.
It was as if he was a man on a hunt; his blood was boiling with eagerness in his veins.
It surged to every part of his body.
Soon! Soon!
In a few steps, he would reach her.
All Ashlyn wanted to do now was to leave the villa.
The man, who was like a devil, kept barging into her life and disrupted her peace.
It upset her.
Keeping him company for his flight?
As if Iâll do that!
Abruptly, a manâs hand reached her.
It wrapped itself around her wrist tightly.
Ashlyn frowned as she tried to pry him off her.
âWhere are you going?â The manâs voice was sharp, as if he were a predator waiting to attack.
Ashlyn glanced at the towering man. âNone of your business.â
The manâs voice remained low as he muttered, âHoney, stop this.â
âLucas, what are you trying to do?â Ashlyn shot him a glare, feeling frustrated.
âWhat Iâve been trying to do is you. Donât you know that?â Lucas chortled by her ears.
She could almost feel the vibration on the manâs chest as he laughed.
âYouâre insane.â Ashlyn hissed, raising her leg in preparation to kick him.
However, before she came back to her senses, the manâs other hand grabbed her ankle.
It sent a tingling sensation up her leg.
In the neighborhood.
Lucasâ handsome face attracted the nearby womenâs attention.
Some even wanted to take photos of him, but they were stopped by the coldness in his eyes.
He stood still as the sunlight enveloped his body, looking like the perfect man carved by God himself.
All he was doing was silently looking at the doll-like woman in front of him.
She was only wearing the simplest white shirt, but it was enough to tug at his heartstrings.
Ashlyn stared at Lucas.
His eagle-like piercing gaze was fixed on her, and his hand was still gripping her ankle.
For a moment, it felt as if they were in a movie.
The surrounding people and scenery seemed to be flashing past them like shadows.
There was no one else in the world but the two of them.
Their emotions were seeping into each other through their locked eyes.
The man wanted to conquer her, but the woman wanted to resist him.
Their eyes remained locked as if time had stopped, and nothing else in the world mattered to them.
That was the sight that greeted Hera when she ran up to them.
She glowered at Ashlyn. I canât believe that this woman spent the night at Whitland Villa yesterday!
I made breakfast and coffee this morning, but all Iâve gotten was Lucasâ harsh words.
Heâs even holding her leg right now.
The romantic tension between Ashlyn and Lucas nearly pushed Hera off the edge of sanity.
Why?!
Why is Ashlyn allowed to be on Lucasâ bed? Why am I the one gang-raped by so many men last night?