Chapter 8 Fly With Me To London
- 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.
- Lucas looked over his shoulder at the woman calmly eating breakfast. For some reason, he accepted the invitation card before sending Cindy away.
- After Ashlyn finished her breakfast, she got ready to change and return to her condominium.
- “You've never been on any of my flights in the four years we were married.” Ashlyn was standing before the mirror in the walk-in closet when Lucas hugged her by the waist. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he invited her to go on one of his flights.
- He suddenly had the urge to experience many things with her.
- They had never gone on a vacation together before, nor had they even been on a date or watched a movie together.
- It seemed that most of their time had been spent here in this mansion and the wild bouts of lovemaking every weekend.
- Ashlyn paused in the middle of selecting her clothes. Playing the enamored lover right before we divorce? If being on one of his flights will get me his signature on the divorce agreement...
- “All right.” Ashlyn smiled and nudged him. “I'm trying to find something to wear. Honey, what do you think I should wear?”
- “My wife looks good in anything. Whatever you like, honey,” Lucas said without thinking as he buttoned his shirt.
- Those weren’t flattering words.
- Ashlyn had a nice figure and was beautiful, much more beautiful than the air stewardesses of South Star Airlines and more dazzling than the celebrities of Nolan Entertainment.
- “Where are you flying tonight?”
- Ashlyn asked, suddenly remembering that Cindy was wearing a light yellow dress when she saw her from the stairs just now, so when she saw a light yellow dress in her wardrobe, her hands stiffened.
- Then she heard the man say, “London.”
- London...
- “Which means you’re only flying back tomorrow night?”
- Ashlyn took out the light yellow dress.
- Lucas nodded.
- “Yes. We’ll have to stay there for one night.”
- Ashlyn was annoyed at the fact that she would have to take a suitcase, but she hid her emotions well.
- She put the dress on her body and made a twirl, smiling brightly at Lucas.
- “Honey, how do I look?”
- “Great.”
- The man bent over and gave her a kiss.
- “You look great, honey.”
- “Greater than Cindy Wynn?”
- “Of course,” Lucas said honestly.
- Cindy was pretty, but she was soulless; there was something missing about her, unlike Ashlyn, who was perfect in every way.
- The light yellow dress, in particular, accentuated her perfect figure to the fullest, setting off her snowy white skin.
- Ashlyn couldn’t help chuckling.
- “Are you jealous of Cindy?”
- Lucas smirked.
- Over the past four years, Ashlyn would neither make a fuss nor be jealous, no matter the women who showed up by his side.
- She was very accommodating, which was also what he liked about her.
- “Well, if Ms. Wynn is interested in you, I think it’s not too bad. Once we get a divorce, you can easily take her as your wife.”
- Lucas’ hands on the buttons froze.
- This woman is still so accommodating and sensible.
- Saying that, Ashlyn turned around and started packing.
- She really didn’t want to go to London, but she had to go.
- The man had yet to sign the divorce agreement.
- If she pisses him off and he refused to sign, she will have to rack her brain for ideas to make the divorce happen.
- After she was done packing, she heard him say, “Put my daily necessities in too.”
- “Okay,” Ashlyn said, trying to govern her temper.
- How she wished to smash these things in front of her.
- After packing up, she turned around and saw that the man had already put on the captain’s uniform.
- Compared to the man’s usual cold appearance, he looked a little more austere and solemn, especially with the four bars on his shoulders.
- The two went out together and got into the car.
- Lucas sat beside her and habitually held her hand.
- “I’ll be in the conference room later.”