Chapter 700

She also cooked some beef stew and salad for lunch.

After everything was prepared, Ashlyn departed to the hospital.

With the thermal food jars in her hands, she went straight to Lucas’ ward.

For some reason, she was a little anxious when she knocked on the door.

The man’s low, deep voice called out, “Come in.”

Only then did she push the door open to see Lucas alone. Spencer was nowhere to be seen.

“The tacos are here. Eat up,” she told him frostily.

Clad in his hospital gown, Lucas sat on his bed with a pillow behind his back.

Even so, there was still an intimidating air about him. His hand was bandaged, but it didn’t seem like he had sustained a severe injury.

As Ashlyn went over to him and placed the thermal food jar on the table, the man gazed at her wordlessly, not wanting to miss out on any of her actions.

Following that, a suffocating silence ensued.

Arching a brow, Ashlyn demanded, “Am I a criminal? Why are you looking at me that way?” A hint of displeasure flashed across her eyes.

“Back then, weren’t you afraid that I’d harm you?” Lucas finally parted his lips to pose that question.

Spencer had told him everything that happened yesterday.

His emotions had gotten the better of him, and he was impossible to rein in.

However, Ashlyn managed to turn the tides by appeasing both Nolan Group and South Star Airlines.

Lucas pictured the scene in his head and thought it was rather thrilling.

I can’t believe she hit Livia. Livia has always been arrogant and assumed she was undefeatable after training in martial arts for a while. Unexpectedly, Ashlyn ended up teaching her a lesson.

Lucas shuddered as he imagined the scene.

Franklin and Livia were beasts, for they could even hurt their son for their own benefits.

“Lucas, stop talking nonsense. Eat up.” Ashlyn dared not look at him. “I need to deliver lunch to Naomi, too.”

She was about to turn and leave when Lucas grabbed her fair and tender wrist.

Calmly, he stated, “I need to go to the restroom.”

“Sure, go ahead.” Ashlyn shot him a curt nod.

“Honey, I need to go to the restroom,” Lucas repeated.

Confused, Ashlyn scoffed coldly. “Are you suggesting I go on behalf of you?”

Lucas was initially holding his chin but began stroking his forehead. “I feel dizzy. I don’t think I can go to the restroom myself.”

Ashlyn’s brows furrowed upon hearing that. She observed his expression dotted with anguish and recalled his manic episode.

Suppressing the pain in her heart, she clenched her jaw and said, “I’ll summon the caregiver for you.”

Lucas frowned. “Honey, can’t you help me? I feel really dizzy. The doctor said—”

Ashlyn cut him off mid-sentence before he could finish talking. “Get up!”

Her hands landed on his waist as she helped him out of the bed.

A pleased look appeared in the man’s gaze when she wasn’t paying attention while her fresh and unique scent wafted into his nose.

Lucas deliberately rested his weight on Ashlyn as she struggled to help him to the restroom.

Fortunately, the restroom wasn’t far away. Otherwise, Ashlyn would’ve tossed him out.

When the man finally sat on the toilet, Ashlyn spun on her heels to leave him to his business.

Parting his lips, Lucas dragged her back. “Honey, how heartless of you. Are you going to let me go back alone? My head is spinning…”

He then stretched his arm out to massage his temples.

Something fluttered in Ashlyn’s heart as she stayed put.

Despite harboring feelings for Lucas, she didn’t discover it until it was too late.

Hence, her feelings were buried deep down.

They had done the most intimate of acts, so accompanying him to the restroom was fine by her.

Ashlyn felt her heart aching when she saw how hard he was trying to make her stay.

Looking away, she heard the rustling of clothes as the man relieved himself. The restroom was small, and she felt her cheeks burning up, especially when she heard the sound of flowing water.