The rain was still pouring as Ashlyn blinked and forcefully rubbed her hands together. Green veins started to show at the back hand of her pale hands.
The Spirogyra attack was subsiding slowly, and she slapped the manâs hand away. âDonât touch me!â
âYou are feisty!â The manâs expression was lustful yet morose. âYou will cry and beg me someday. You will beg for me to f*** you.â
His desire to conquer her was as clear as crystal.
On the other hand, Ashlyn was revolted by his disgusting words.
âNever. That day will never come!â
âHaha, letâs just see what happens then.â The man looked up and saw Lucas, who just got off the Bentley.
The man squinted menacingly at Lucas, and Lucas barked, âAre you so desperate to meet your lover?â
Lucas targeted the question at Ashlyn, before casting his gaze on the masked man.
An uncanny feeling of familiarity suddenly struck him, and he gaped in shock.
âYour ex-husband is here! It looks like he still canât move on from you!â The man laughed and gave Lucas a contemptuous glance before turning around and leaving.
Ashlyn felt her entire body relaxing the moment the man left.
However, as she loosened her grip, the overwhelming pain assaulted her once again.
Through the blur of the rain, Ashlyn could see a tall figure shuffling towards her in the dark.
He stared at her pale complexion and raised his hand as his temples pulsed in pain.
Emotions toiled in his heart, yet his striking face showed no sign of it.
The rain continued to pour heavily as Ashlyn slowly closed her eyes, her consciousness slipping away.
Lucas watched as she faltered and subconsciously reached out to break her fall.
The womanâs feeble voice made its way through the pattering of the rain and reached Lucas. âLucasâ¦
can I trust you?â
âAshlyn? Ashlyn?â
Lucas, who was drenched completely, carried her into villa.
Spencer hurried towards them too as he passed Lucas some fresh towels.
Lucas placed Ashlyn on the bed and wrapped her tightly with the towels.
He only let go of her once he felt her body warming up once again.
Spencer walked out from the bathroom and said, âMr. Nolan, the bathtub is ready.â
âAlright.â Lucas carried Ashlyn into the bathroom and closed the door with a thud.
Meanwhile, Spencer knowingly left the room.
Lucas didnât understand why she suddenly fell unconscious when she seemed so healthy just now.
The rage and suffocating feeling he felt when he saw the masked man stroking her cheeks faded completely the moment she fainted.
In the bathtub, the womanâs body temperature fluctuated as her face flushed red and then turned white.
Is she having a fever?
But that doesnât seem likely because her body is as cold as ice after a while.
Suddenly, Lucas remembered that time when Jared called to him that Ashlyn needed him, and his heart sank.
What secret is Ashlyn keeping from me?
He asked a private doctor to come and check on Ashlyn. As the doctor ran his tests, Lucas stared at him anxiously.
âMr. Nolan, something very unusual is happening to this lady. She needs to hospitalized and observed.â
âWhat did you just say?â Lucasâ striking features were still laced with rain water as he contorted his face in rage.
The doctor cowered slightly and replied, âHer disease seems unusual to me. The hospital needs to run some tests to find out what it is.â
âGet lost! What a useless doctor!â Lucas barked.
She has always been so healthy, how can she suddenly have some weird disease?
Does this doctor even know how to do his job?
The doctor was shocked, and he left in a hurry because he was merely a doctor who couldnât disobey Lucas.
The moment the doctor left, the doorbell rang.