Chapter 640

The satisfaction from satiating one’s hunger was irreplaceable.

Such a feeling would only be aroused with Ashlyn’s presence.

Disregarding his image of a domineering captain, he started eating the skewers without hesitation.

Ashlyn ignored him as if she was sharing a table with a stranger.

She lowered her head and started devouring the spicy chicken pasta, which had a layer of red chili oil floating atop.

Besides some noodles, the bowl also consisted of some onions, vegetables and bean sprouts.

Just one look at it was tantalizing enough.

Looking at Ashlyn enjoying her spicy chicken pasta, Lucas felt his appetite gradually sharpen. “Order one more for me.”

Spencer shot up from his seat. “Excuse me, I’ll have another spicy chicken pasta with less chili.”

Well aware of how delicate Lucas’ stomach is, Ashlyn raised her brow as she looked at him, puzzled.

“You’re able to eat that?”

“Yes.” He nodded, with his black eyes lingering on her porcelain-fair face. At the sight of her lips turning red and swollen while eating her spicy chicken pasta, his heart skipped half a beat.

As always, her beauty stood out, where even at a small stall in the night market, her great beauty managed to bewitch him.

Clenching his fists tightly, Lucas recalled that night at the club, where he had stolen a kiss.

Though, he was only capable of expressing his feelings at a place and time like that.

He was determined to accelerate his progress.

After a while, the boss served Lucas his spicy chicken pasta.

Subsequently, Lucas immediately grabbed a disposable fork and gave the pasta a taste.

The noodles were spicy and soft, accompanied by some crunchy bean sprouts, giving them a refreshing taste.

It was his first time eating at a stall on the street in the night market.

Finding the taste unusual, he wondered, “Spicy, sour… So this is the legendary spicy chicken pasta? It tastes amazing!”

By being around Ashlyn often, his distinctive hostility seemed to have faded away, with the wisps of smoke rising onto his face.

Engrossed in enjoying the excitement brought by his spicy chicken pasta, he seemed to loosen up, while the corners of his lips curled up and the bloodlust in his eyes dissipated.

It was getting late.

By the time they had finished eating at the night market, it was already one in the morning.

Along with Anderson and Harrison, Ashlyn got into the Land Rover, without bidding farewell to Lucas.

Gazing at the Land Rover being driven off, Lucas entered his Bentley a few moments later and exclaimed inwardly, “She’s treating me as if I’m a stranger! How carefree she is!”

The next day, Susan received a call in the morning. “Hello,” she answered.

“Mom, it’s me.” A familiar voice sounded. It was none other than Mary.

Infuriated, Susan fumed, “How dare you call me? Right after Horace was imprisoned, you disappeared.

I don’t mind the fact that you’ve bullied me in the past, but how could you abandon my son?”

“Mom… I have a reason for that.”

Surprisingly, Mary, who was usually unyielding, was not angered by Susan’s reprimands.

Instead, she explained mildly, “My family found me, and they brought Penelope and me out of the country immediately. As I’ve left in a hurry, I wasn’t able to explain the whole situation to you.”

Susan’s hand, which was holding the phone, froze as she asked suspiciously, “Your family? What do you mean?”

With a faint smile, Mary informed, “It’s a long story. Mom, I’ve actually called to tell you something…”

Five minutes later, Susan hung up.

Huffing in anger, she flopped into the couch. “What a brat! She’s capable of bringing glory to the nation, but she can’t save her own father! This is ridiculous!”

At three in the afternoon, a topic dominated the trending searches, which initially consisted of news about Helena, on Twitter.

God of Cars, S is not willing to take care of her own grandmother.

Ashlyn ruins her image by leaving her grandma to fend for herself.