My Extraordinary Wife

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Chapter 369

It seemingly took all of Ashlyn’s energy to say that.

After screaming, she lay in bed unmoving, as though she had passed out once again.

Lucas stared at Ashlyn’s pale face, his eyes narrowing.

What did she just say?

She was calling out to me!

She’s waiting for me.

His heart pounded wildly; it was about to leap out of his chest.

Unable to control himself any longer, he pressed his lips against Ashlyn’s.

An indescribable wave of passion filled the room.

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Two hours later, Lucas walked into the bathroom, all drenched in sweat.

Ashlyn’s body temperature had regulated, and her cheeks were no longer red. All that remained were the traces of

their intimacy.

She was back to normal.

Lucas carried her in his arms, cleaned her up briefly, and placed her back on the bed.

He also changed the bedsheets and blanket—all by himself.

The sheets were completely soaked, just like when her Spirogyra flared up at Bayview Villa.

He didn’t understand any of this back then, but he did now.

Is there really no cure?

Lucas whipped out his phone and dialed a number.

Late at night in New York, Sinclair was fast asleep with a blonde beauty in his arms.

Upon hearing his ringtone, he furiously grabbed his phone. “You’d better have a good reason for calling, or else—”

“Or else what?” An icy voice cut him off before he could finish.

Sinclair instantly felt as though someone had splashed a bucket of cold water over him, and his tiredness quickly

faded away. “Is that you, Lucas? What’s going on? Did your condition get worse?”

Lucas sounded frosty as usual. “There’s something I want to ask you.”

“Oh my God!” Sinclair exclaimed five minutes later. “It’s real? I thought it only existed in medical records. I never

expected it to happen in real life.”

“You know about the Spirogyra?” Lucas’ eyes narrowed.

Sinclair pushed his woman aside and sat up. “I may be a specialist in the field of psychology, Lucas, but I’ve also

heard of certain rare diseases. I once read about this parasite, but there seems to be no cure for it, unfortunately.”

“I need a cure, Sinclair. You’re the only one who can help me.” Lucas stood lazily by the window, looking handsome

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while holding his phone and dressed in a black shirt. His eyes looked extremely cold.

Rain fell heavily outside the window, seemingly beating down on his heart.

“I’ll have to consult my seniors or teachers, Lucas. They might have a clue. I’ll call you once I get any information

on this,” said Lucas after a long pause. “But I hope you don’t harbor any expect—”

“I know, but I’ll try to save her in every way I can.”

Lucas hung up.

His gaze deepened as he stared at Ashlyn through the glass door of the veranda.

After a long while, he took out a pure handmade cigar from a wooden box and held it in one hand. A lighter was in

the other.

A blue flame emerged once the lighter was ignited.

At that very moment, Ashlyn caught sight of the man’s charming face.

Everything about his features was stunning and masculine.

However, those eyes of his contained not a single trace of warmth.

He was like a demon from Hell, cold and mighty.

Lucas puffed on the cigar, letting the smoke surround him.

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