My Extraordinary Wife

Did She Actually Order Lucas Nolan To Do The Dishes

Cindy held the invitation card in her hands, staring at Lucas unwaveringly. If Lucas agreed to attend her birthday party, her status at Nolan Entertainment would definitely take another qualitative leap.

“Take it.” Lucas somehow agreed after looking back at the woman who was eating peacefully.

Louis accepted the invitation card. But deep down, he was feeling a little unhappy.

This woman looks petty, unlike Mrs. Nolan, who looks bright and generous. How could Mr. Nolan get involved with such a woman?

This woman’s ulterior motive cannot be any more obvious.

“Thank you, Mr. Nolan. I’ll see you there.” Cindy swept her eyes over to the shoe cabinet at the entrance. There were several pairs of branded lady shoes placed there.

Rumor says that Mr. Nolan has a secret wife. It seems to be true. But is she not home? I’ve been standing here for so long. If she’s at home, then why didn’t she come out?

If any woman were to be Mr. Nolan’s wife, they probably won’t be able to stay calm upon hearing that a woman is looking for him.

However, she was wrong.

Ashlyn was simply too calm and collected. She had already eaten a piece of pancake and finished the pasta on her plate.

Turning around and putting the plate in the kitchen, she went straight upstairs after instructing, “Honey, remember to wash the plates.”

Cindy couldn’t help but crane her neck upon hearing the woman’s mellifluous voice. She only saw a slim figure and that the woman was tall and wearing silk pajamas. It was merely her back that she saw, but she found it beautiful and charming. But what was even more frightening—

Did she actually order Mr. Nolan to do the dishes? Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Mr. Nolan’s a lofty and cold-blood president in the eyes of the public.

I can’t believe he would do such homely and humble things at home.

Just as Cindy was still in a daze, she heard the handsome man before her answering, “Okay, honey.”

Then he looked up at Cindy and said, “I’m sorry. I need to go and do the dishes. Is there something else?”

Cindy’s eyes widened in disbelief. “N-Nothing.”

Lucas rolled up his sleeves with his well-defined fingers and turned toward the kitchen, the sound of water streaming coming shortly after.

Cindy had no clue how she walked out of Whitland Villa.

Lucas Nolan is actually doing the dishes at home… A woman who can order Lucas Nolan to do the dishes is really so enviable!

Cindy got into the car and upon seeing her disoriented look, her manager asked anxiously, “How did it go?”

“He accepted it,” Cindy sighed.

“They why do you look so down?” The manager blinked.

“He…” Cindy shook her head.

Forget it. No one will probably believe me if I say it. Even I still can’t believe my ears. Does a man like him really know how to wash dishes?

After washing the dishes, the remaining uneaten pasta on Lucas’ plate had already stuck together. But he didn’t mind at all as he finished his plate of pasta and had two pieces of pancakes before going upstairs.

He glanced at the clock and saw that it was already past three o’clock in the afternoon.

Lucas went up and changed his clothes. “Fly with me tonight.”

Ashlyn was lost for words.

But looking at the man’s face, she immediately flashed a gentle smile. “Okay! So long as it is to accompany you, I’ll happily oblige. Anything for you, honey, even if it means climbing a mountain of swords or plunging into a sea of flames.”