My One in a Million Wife

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My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 267

Soon, moans traveled out of the room.

Early in the morning.

Hera slowly opened her eyes to find herself lying on a sofa in a private room. Beside her lay several

rakish men.

Those men were completely naked, sprawling over various pieces of furniture.

Bottles of beers were littered across the floor, and the room was a mess.

There was a pungent scent that enveloped the room.

Hera stared in disbelief.

When she lowered her head, she was stupefied.

Her body was aching, hickeys and scratch marks were scattered across her body. Both her hair and

body had the same stinking scent of the room.

Her clothes were strewn on the floor.

There was a certain part of her body that was exceptionally sore.

Without needing to make a guess, she knew what had happened to her.

She had been gang raped by those perverts after she was drugged.

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Tears streamed down her cheeks as she stared at her surroundings in a daze.

She was numbed by the ache in her heart.

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Why? Why did this happen to me?

Like a mindless puppet, she picked up her clothes from the floor and dressed herself. Then, before the

few men woke up, she stumbled her way out of the private room.

As she fled, her tears spilled onto the ground, leaving her for the rest of her life, just like her body that

she would never get back.

Hera did not know how she had gotten home.

She was glad that no one was home.

The only one around was the maid.

She swiftly locked herself in her room. It was only after a hot shower then did some of her calmness

return to her.

She started contemplating about the person behind the incident. Yet, she could not come up with a

name even after a long while of thinking.

Unless…

It’s Ashlyn?

She had not crossed anyone else but Ashlyn recently.

As she had exhausted herself the night before, she soon fell asleep without knowing it.

The morning sun seeped in through gaps between the curtains.

The woman on the bed fluttered her eyelashes as she woke, and her face shone with the rays of

sunlight.

Ashlyn slowly opened her eyes to see the man’s handsome face greeting her. Lucas had woken up

earlier than her, and he was now looking at her as he sat at the edge of the bed.

There was a possessive look in his eyes that invaded her mind.

It was as if he wanted to sear her into his brain.

“Morning.”

The man’s deep voice sounded near her ears.

Ashlyn looked at him. “Hey.”

“Honey, I’m flying today.” Lucas stared at her, unblinking. “Can you keep me company?”

He loved the feeling of being able to see her even when he was in a plane midair.

“Lucas, don’t push your luck.” Ashlyn sat up and tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear.

It was a natural action yet it was alluring.

Morning at the Lucas’ house was rather strange.

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Early in the morning, Hera arrived at the Whitland Villa.

She went straight to the kitchen for coffee and sandwiches.

It looks like she’s preparing breakfast for Lucas. Louis watched from afar, not daring to come close to

her.

Hera was not as even-tempered as Ashlyn was.

In the dining room.

Lucas was reading the newspaper, and his simple breakfast was placed in front of him—black coffee

and a sandwich.

Louis glanced at the breakfast and scoffed under his breath.

Ms. Chapman insisted to make breakfast. She doesn’t even know that although Mr. Nolan’s breakfast

looks simple, it’s difficult to make one that pleases him.

Only Mrs. Nolan knows what he truly wants, be it the thickness of the ham, the time frying the egg, or

how toasted the bread should be.

Though the sandwich was placed on a fine porcelain plate, a pile of golden corn was awkwardly served

at the side.

Furthermore, right beside the corn was some uneven carrot strips, proving just how unskillful the chef

was.

It looks fine from afar, but up close…

It won’t take a genius to know that Mr. Nolan won’t eat it.

Finally, Lucas put down his newspaper and sipped on the coffee. “Who made this?”

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