My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas) novel Chapter 364

Chapter 364

The flame that burned within her and the overwhelming yet familiar desire eroding her senses kept reminding her of what she truly needed.

But I don’t want to eat my own words!

I just told him that we are never getting back together, and now the Spirogyra is forcing me to go to him.

Even so, her dignity and force of character refused to let that happen, even though she might be tormented to death by the Spirogyra.

She made up her mind that she would resist the Spirogyra till the very end.

Jared could sense something was amiss, so he asked, “Boss, what happened? Where are you? Send me your location.”

Ashlyn bit her lip as her cheeks burned up in a crimson hue.

With her trembling hands, she grabbed onto the phone and replied, “I-I’m at the Whitland Villa.”

Suddenly, the rumbling of thunder could be heard as a bolt of lightning tore through the night sky.

Under the sudden flash of light, Ashlyn’s reddened face seemed nightmarish yet breathtaking.

At that moment, her striking features made her look like a mythical yet dangerous creature of the night.

It’s about to rain.

Ashlyn instinctively trudged forwards as she tried to look for a gazebo for shelter against the rain.

The villa was well furnished, and usually, the small streams and greenery formed a picturesque scene.

Trying her best to cope with the overwhelming pain and desire, she forced herself to move forward despite the burning sensation between her thighs.

Every single cell in her body screamed, “I want him, I want him...”

“No, no...” Ashlyn tried to brainwash herself to counteract the Spirogyra’s wheedling.

Soon, five minutes had passed, yet she only took three steps forwards.

She never knew that walking would be a form of torture until now.

Suddenly, the rolling clouds from above unleashed a torrent of rainfall which pattered mercilessly on her body.

Ashlyn closed her eyes and thought, “Damn it! How unlucky can I get! I’ll be drenched if I don’t get some shelter now!”

Just then, a lightning strike ripped through the night sky and illuminated his horrifying silver mask.

He’s here. The masked man is here again.

Four years ago, a masked man cornered Ashlyn with a thousand people and forcibly planted the Spirogyra into her.

Ashlyn stared at the harrowing face and tried to calm herself down. I don’t know if this man is the masked man from four years ago.

“Who are you? Who the hell are you?”

Despite her cries, the man just stood a few steps away from her nonchalantly.

She was in so much pain she was about to go insane, and her pupils dilated and contracted at random as a result.

However, her twisted expression was an entertaining sight to the masked man.

“I really pity you! How can a pretty lady like you be in so much pain?”

The man chuckled in a guttural voice that one might hear from the depths of hell, and it sent a chill down her spine.