Chapter 357

Terry nearly burst into tears at her announcement. “Girl, don’t worry. I will do my best to support you.

Even if you can’t become a top film actress, I’ll make sure you become a top TV drama actress! As long as you’re willing to improve your acting skills, we will achieve success soon!”

Cindy nodded vehemently as her eyes sparkled in anticipation of her future.

“Terry, hire me an acting coach tomorrow. I’ll take a break and improve my skills. Plus, I need an accent teacher so I can explore more roles. I swear I’ll rise through the ranks!”

After doing the dishes, Lucas plopped down on the sofa and started working.

Ashlyn was standing on the balcony, talking to someone on her phone. She hung up after a while and came to Lucas.

“I need to leave now,” she informed him.

Reluctance flashed across Lucas’ eyes. He’d only feel peace when she was at home.

“Will you come back home for dinner?”

“No,” Ashlyn refused without hesitation.

“But…” Lucas’ frown faded away as he stared at Ashlyn. “Honey, I helped you with Horace and Grandma’s hospitalization. Won’t you visit me often?”

Huh?

Is he asking me to stay? It seemed like he is whining to get his way.

Ashlyn shivered in shock.

“Lucas, stop being so disgusting!”

She was afraid she might puke her lunch out.

Lucas’ lips curved up in a smile as he told her in a serious tone, “Is that disgusting? I don’ think so.”

Ashlyn shook off the goosebumps on her body as a trace of discomfort showed on her face. “Lucas Nolan, stop being childish!”

Lucas arched one brow and smirked. His gaze landed on Ashlyn who was dressed in an icy blue dress with her silky hair in a low ponytail. A few strands had escaped, framing her tiny and pretty face.

Lucas’ gaze heated up. “Honey, will you come back for dinner? I’d love to have baked fish for dinner.

Will that do?”

Huh. He’s even ordering in advance.

Ashlyn had no choice but to surrender. Fine. Since he helped me deal with the Berrys and visited Grandma every day.

She sighed. “Send someone to buy a fish this afternoon. Make sure they clean it too.”

“Yes, Ma’am!”

As Lucas had successfully persuaded Ashlyn to come home later, a devilishly handsome smile lit up his face.

But Ashlyn couldn’t be bothered to admire his looks as she had to work hard later.

After leaving Whitland Villa, Ashlyn was about to hail a cab.

Instead, a Bentley drove out from the compound. As the window was wound down, Lucas’ handsome face appeared in her sight. “A husband should drive his wife around. Get in my car.”

Ashlyn was rendered speechless.

I don’t care because…we’re divorced?

In the past, Ashlyn would’ve retorted, but this time she said nothing.

She was going to meet someone.

Lucas sent her to her destination. Upon arrival, he scanned the surroundings and furrowed his brows unhappily.

“Why are you here?”

They were in a slum where many flimsy sheds occupied by evicted occupants were erected.

The air smelled stale and uncomfortable.

“To find someone,” Ashlyn got off the car and replied curtly, “Thank you. You can leave now.”

In a rundown house, a man in his thirties was practically drowning his sorrows with alcohol.

He was unshaven and seemed despondent.

A nine-year-old kid was squatting beside him and watching him gulp down the alcohol. In the end, he burst into tears. “Daddy, stop drinking!”

Daddy keeps coughing recently, but we don’t have money to go to the doctor. The little kid thought sadly. He always buys alcohol after getting his pay.