Chapter 564

Anger was written all over Ashlyn’s face; she was upset and furious.

Her temper flared after she saw that beautiful woman in the house.

It felt as if she had caught a mistress in bed.

She was humiliated, as if stripped naked in front of the public.

She had just started feeling things for Lucas a while ago and considered having a romantic relationship with him.

What is wrong with me? I must have a screw loose in my head.

How can I have feelings for a douchebag like him?

It must be because of the Spirogyra. That’s why I’m interested in him.

How can I be so blind?

Staring at Lucas’ smile, she felt the urge to connect her fist with his handsome face, repeatedly and forcefully.

Lucas sighed, “Honey, you’re so smart and strong. I didn’t know you can be so cute too. What a pleasant surprise.”

“Shut up, Lucas. If you laugh at me again, I’ll make sure you won’t know who’s looking back at you in the mirror,” Ashlyn fumed.

“Honey, that’s my sister. What are you thinking about?” Lucas’ smile softened. “I’ve been at my parent’s. Some unhappy things happened, but I’ll tell you about that later. I’m back with my sister this time.”

“Your sister?” Ashlyn widened her eyes. “Isn’t your sister…”

She recalled Lucas mentioning a sister living with his parents overseas.

“Claire and Grace are twins. Grace passed away.” Lucas reached out to pull her closer.

“I never thought that I’d see the day you’d be as jealous as this. I’m joyous. Honey, you’re really concerned about me. I’m thrilled about it. I’m glad that you’re here.”

He embraced her tightly, rubbing his chin on her shoulders as a tender look took over his face.

He appreciated the fact that he could hug her again after what happened in Paris.

He cherished it.

Ashlyn was beyond baffled.

She put her hands on the man’s chest but ended up touching his muscular abs instead.

She could feel the heat emanating from him, seeping into her palms.

Ashlyn’s face flushed. “Let go of me. I want to apologize to your sister.”

“There’s no need to.” Lucas raised her chin. “We have something more important to attend to.”

With that said, his thin lips sealed her soft ones.

In the moonlight, Ashlyn’s white clothes seemed to shine. Her blush darkened.

It made her face even prettier than before.

When Lucas looked at her face, his heart skipped a beat.

He wanted to possess her—to have her beauty all to himself.

At a nearby spot, Claire saw them kissing when she ran out after them.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

What are they doing?

How can they be so intimate with each other?

Claire’s face drained of its colors as her breathing quickened.

Finally, just as Ashlyn was about to pass out from the lack of air, Lucas let go of her.

Right then, a loud thump sounded out.

It frightened the couple.

Ashlyn turned in the direction of the noise to see a thin figure collapsed on the ground.

“Claire?” Lucas let go of Ashlyn and ran toward Claire.

After a second of freezing, Ashlyn followed him.

When they reached her, they saw Claire lying on the ground with an ashen face and closed eyes. She had lost consciousness.

“Let me take a look.” Ashlyn reached out to press down hard on Claire’s philtrum before she took her pulse.

When she noticed her weak pulse, she frowned. “Does she have any illnesses or disorders?”

“She has congenital heart disease. She’s not one of the healthiest people.” Lucas carried Claire up into his arms. “I think she’s having an attack.”