My One In A Million Wife

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 288
He was uncomfortable at having to even ask that question.
Very, very uncomfortable.
Glaring at him, she spat, “Yes!”
His overbearing possessiveness and crazy antics were most definitely not normal.
There was also that weird appetite of his. If the food were not made by her or fed to him by her, he would rather starve.
What else could that be but the hallmark of a crazy person?
After they were done eating, Ashlyn fell asleep quickly due to her exhaustion. When she next awoke, it was already two in the
afternoon.
At long last, Lucas seemed sated for he did not push her for more. Instead, he took her hand in his and led her out of the cabin.
“We’re leaving here tonight at eight. Let’s enjoy our last day here, alright?”
Ashlyn was not the slightest bit excited.
However, Serbia truly was a beautiful country despite its small size.
Commonly known as the crossroad between the Eastern and Western countries, countless wars had happened in this country as
anyone who wanted to dominate the world would fight over it. Nearly every generation of the people here had been involved in
some war or another.
Since they only had half a day left, Lucas brought Ashlyn to experience the ‘Sargan Eight’ Railroad Tour, where they got to enjoy
riding on a steam-powered train.
After that, they strolled along the river at Tara National Nature Preserve Park.
The rest of the day passed in a wonderful blur.
At six in the evening, the two of them returned to their hotel.

Eating a hurried dinner, they rushed to pack up before heading downstairs to the entrance to the hotel at the agreed-upon time.
The rest of the crew had already loaded their luggage into the vehicle and were waiting for them.
Everyone seemed tense as they went into work mode.
Putting their suitcases in the van, Lucas tugged Ashlyn to sit at the very back of the vehicle.
The eyes of the crew members followed the couple but no one dared to speak up.
At eight o’clock on the dot, the plane lifted off, taking them back home.
This time around, everything went smoothly and they did not run into any turbulent weather.
At five in the morning, the plane successfully and safely landed at the Lake City Airport.
The moment they exited the plane, Lucas ordered Spencer, “Find out who that middle-aged woman making a fuss on the plane
previously is.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Spencer left to do as ordered and returned ten minutes later. He sent all relevant information about the woman to Lucas’ phone.
“Susan Ward, 57 years old. She used to be a farmer until her husband sold off his business and they suddenly became rich
overnight. A few days ago, she was escorted off the plane and left after yelling at the staff. She also demanded South Star
Airlines reimburse her for the psychological trauma she endured on the flight.”
Spencer continued his report as he kept up with the other man’s long strides, “She also held a press conference where she said
she would be seeking justice for what happened to her. She’s obviously slandering our reputation and insists that the flight crew’s
attitudes were horrible. She seems intent on protecting her rights as a consumer.”
Sweat dotted Spencer’s forehead as he wondered if this Susan woman had a death wish.
Laughing coldly, Lucas commented, “South Star Airlines will not be the place where she can do as she pleases. Contact my
lawyers and have them focus on this case. I want her reputation in tatters by the end of this!”
How dare she hit Ashlyn right where she was already injured! That woman must be tired of living!

Turning to the flight crew, he continued, “None of you needs to write that report. I’ll personally handle this matter.”
His crew members cheered at the welcomed news, their footsteps falling lighter in joy.
Soon, only Ashlyn, Lucas and Spencer were left.
“I need to head back to Concert Hall,” she said. Although she had informed Pierre and the other co-producers before she left,
she was still worried about how they were doing.
“I want to bring you somewhere.” Lucas snagged her wrist and tugged her toward the underground parking lot.
“What are you doing? I already told you I’m busy!” Ashlyn protested while struggling to escape his grip.
He completely ignored her resistance, forcefully pushing her inside his Bentley.
Spencer got in the driver’s seat and hastily started the engine.
They sped down the roads, eventually arriving at Lucas’ private jet.
“Lucas, where are you taking me this time? I’m telling you right now, I won’t go.”