Chapter 6 Cherishing Every Moment

• Without sparing these one meter eight men another glance, she stepped into the neighborhood in her high heels.
• Whitland Villa District was a notoriously high-class residential area, and the people who lived here were either rich or powerful.
• A villa here was worth ten million.
• But to Ashlyn, there was nothing appealing about this place, and she really didn’t want to come back.
• Placing her finger on the fingerprint lock to verify herself, she entered the house and saw Lucas sitting on the couch with a laptop on his lap.
• Upon hearing a click on the door, the man looked up at her.
• “Where did you go?”
• “Oh, uh, I went house-hunting today,” Ashlyn lied.
• We’re gonna divorced, anyway.
• This man has never cared about where I was going or what I was going to do.
• It’s probably less likely that he’ll know in the future.
• “You really don’t want to consider keeping this villa?”
• Lucas closed the laptop and beckoned her to come forward.
• Ashlyn blinked, putting on a gentle and lovely face, and walked up to him.
• The man straightaway pulled her to sit on his lap before she could speak, holding her in his arms.
• Ashlyn wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, looking at him fondly and replied bluntly, “Nope.”
• “Aren’t you looking for a house?”
• The man gently stroked her hair.
• “Just keep this house and you can save the trouble.”
• “I’m lazy and this house is too big. I can’t afford to hire a maid.”
• Ashlyn smiled, her eyes forming a rather adorable crescent moon shape.
• Lucas gazed at her pleasant smile and couldn’t help but say, “Don’t you think it’s a bit of a loss that you don’t want anything?”
• “We’ve never quarreled in the past for years and you’ve never mistreated me. I got the best of everything,” Ashlyn said, her eyes glowing.
• “So, what am I losing?”
• Regardless of any festive seasons, the man would present her with rare and resplendent gifts, like the ancient kings doting on their concubines.
• Even though there was no love between the two, they had treated each other with respect.
• Lucas hugged Ashlyn to him and rested his head in the crook of her neck. His warm breaths puffed against her fair skin. “Do you really have no attachment to me at all?”
• He took her earlobe into his mouth and nibbled on it. He had slept with her countless times, so he knew every single erogenous spot on her.
• The pleasurable sensation sent a jolt straight to Ashlyn's brain.
• Her cherry-red lips parted as she let out a moan, her desire igniting.
• The Spirogyra clearly no longer craved men, so why was she still so easily aroused by Lucas?
• “You can have anything you want as long as you remain by my side,” Lucas crooned in her ear seductively.
• A lavish mansion, a luxurious yacht, a supplementary card with no transaction limit—all these were things most people yearned for. Yet, Ashlyn wasn't interested in any of them.
• Throughout their years of marriage, the only thing she seemed to be interested in was sex.
• At that thought, Lucas' eyes darkened, and he couldn't stop his body temperature from skyrocketing. He could feel his lower body stirring as the urge to take his wife roared through him.
• His large hand slipped downward, and upon feeling how wet she was, his lips curled into a smirk. Through the annoying cotton that hindered his way, he rubbed her hard.
• “Stop!” Ashlyn swiftly seized his hand, her cheeks flushed red. Nonetheless, her eyes were bright and clear. “I've already signed the divorce agreement.”
• Lucas paused in his ministrations, his expression gradually turning frosty. Then, he flipped Ashlyn around so she was facing him with her legs spread wide around his hips instead of with her back to him.
• Letting out a scoff, he said, “Since we're going to divorce, might as well cherish the moments we have left!”