My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas) novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129

He sucked and bit on her lips.

It was rough and greedy; it was wild and domineering.

This is not a kiss.

It’s a beast venting all of its emotions.

A sharp pain was the only sensation Ashlyn could feel from her lips.

She narrowed her eyes and moved to push Lucas off her.

However, he tore off his shirt off like a maniac—the silver buttons falling onto the car floor—and revealed his muscular chest.

His actions were feral and menacing.

Ashlyn held her breath for a moment.

“Lucas, have you gone mad? Were you spiked with aphrodisiac or a potion for beast transformation?” she howled furiously as her delicate features twisted into an ugly expression.

She had never been raped.

It was obvious that this was going to lead to a rape case.

Lucas ripped her shirt off.

Frustrated, Ashlyn grabbed his arm and bit down hard on his hand.

He groaned in pain.

Regaining some of his senses, he looked at Ashlyn dazedly. “You’re a ruthless woman.”

“If you keep this up, I’d think that you haven’t been having any for years,” Ashlyn mocked.

At the driver’s seat, Spencer’s face was red from witnessing Lucas’ feral actions.

Sir looks indifferent and boring all the time. I never thought that he’d be as wild as this.

He nearly tore the steering wheel off when he saw Lucas ripping his shirt off.

Right then, he saw Whitland Villa’s main gates. With a trembling voice, he stuttered, “M-Mr. Nolan, hold on for a little more. We’re almost home.”

We’re finally here!

If Mr. Nolan really goes through his actions in the car, will he dig my eyes out tomorrow morning when he’s back to himself?

Which idiot drugged him?

I have to get to the bottom of this.

Ms. Berry is a doctor, so it’ll be fine to hand Mr. Nolan to her.

Therefore, once Spencer parked the car in the garage, he fled the scene.

Ashlyn stared at the speeding Spencer, speechless.

The two finally reached home.

The moment they entered, and she was about to change to indoor slippers, the man grabbed her by her waist and threw her onto the sofa.

He pinned her down with his towering body.

The force made Ashlyn gasp despite herself.

“Damn it!”

The man lowered his head and opened his mouth to bite down on her neck.

Ashlyn hissed.

The pain lit the fire of fury in her again. She raised her hand, wanting to pinch him by his waist. The man forcefully held her hands above her head.

Ashlyn had not expected a maniacal man to possess strength like this. In terms of strength, she was no match for him.

If Lucas had not lost his mind or drugged, their fight would end up in a tie.

However, all she could do now was a growl as she glared at Lucas, whose eyes were bloodshot.

The woman’s delicate features twisted in anger, and her neck was covered with bite marks.

She could burst into flames any time.

“Lucas, calm down!” She squeezed out the words past her teeth. She was feeling homicidal. The only thought she had in her mind right now was the same as what Spencer had earlier—which idiot drugged this man and made him act like this?

Then Ashlyn sneered. Whoever drugged him is dead meat.

At the same time, the two servers who had escaped from the hotel abruptly shuddered.

In the room.

Ashlyn reached out her arm and grabbed the teapot to pour its contents onto Lucas’ head.

The cold droplets dripped down from the man’s now-messy hair. Yet, he still looked stunning despite his disheveled state.

For a moment, some of his rationality returned.

The droplets rolled down his cheeks, and the cooling sensation it brought lowered the temperature of his face. He narrowed his unfocused eyes and slowly raised his head to see Ashlyn staring at him.