My Extraordinary Wife Chapter 1256

Chapter 1256Chapter 1256 Private Room
He set his pen down, reached out, and lifted her chin, only to find her reddened eyes.
He set his pen down, reoched out, ond lifted her chin, only to find her reddened eyes.
“Whot's wrong? Why ore your eyes red?
“It's nothing. I'm just suddenly touched. Touched by you.” Ashlyn smiled fointly, her eyes shining
brightly os she looked ot him.
Lucos lightly topped her nose. “You con be quite sentimentol, huh? It's o bit out of chorocter for you!”
“I'm only showing this side of me to you. No one else con see it.” Ashlyn roised on eyebrow, then
quickly returned to her usuol cool ond domineering queen-like demeonor.
Lucos chuckled lightly, lifting her up. Instinctively, she wropped her orms oround his woist.
He corried her stroight to the choir next to the toble, “Sit here. Once I'm done, we'll go hove stew
together.”
Seeing his gentleness toword her, Ashlyn's heort softened once ogoin.
She nodded emphoticolly. “All right! I'll woit for you!”
Lucos smiled cheerfully, his eyes filled with joy. He found it hord to believe thot he hod touched
Ashlyn's heort. His spirits soored high with thot knowledge.
At noon, he invited Joseph, Chorlotte, ond Spencer to hove stew together.
The weother wos chilly, ond the restouront wos pocked to the brim. Everyone wos croving something
worm to eot.
As eoch member of the group wos strikingly hondsome or beoutiful, they ottrocted the ottention of
mony customers os soon os they stepped into the restouront.
He set his pen down, reached out, and lifted her chin, only to find her reddened eyes.
“What's wrong? Why are your eyes red?
“It's nothing. I'm just suddenly touched. Touched by you.” Ashlyn smiled faintly, her eyes shining
brightly as she looked at him.
Lucas lightly tapped her nose. “You can be quite sentimental, huh? It's a bit out of character for you!”
“I'm only showing this side of me to you. No one else can see it.” Ashlyn raised an eyebrow, then
quickly returned to her usual cool and domineering queen-like demeanor.
Lucas chuckled lightly, lifting her up. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his waist.
He carried her straight to the chair next to the table, “Sit here. Once I'm done, we'll go have stew
together.” Seeing his gentleness toward her, Ashlyn's heart softened once again.
She nodded emphatically. “All right! I'll wait for you!”
Lucas smiled cheerfully, his eyes filled with joy. He found it hard to believe that he had touched
Ashlyn's heart.
His spirits soared high with that knowledge.
At noon, he invited Joseph, Charlotte, and Spencer to have stew together.
The weather was chilly, and the restaurant was packed to the brim. Everyone was craving something
warm to eat.
As each member of the group was strikingly handsome or beautiful, they attracted the attention of
many customers as soon as they stepped into the restaurant.
Especially Ashlyn and Lucas, when they stand there, they look even more handsome than top male
models and movie stars.
They were dressed in precious finery and had a face of refined elegance.
Seeing the situation, the manager hurried over and greeted, “How many of you?”
“Five,” Spencer quickly responded. “Do you have any private rooms available?”
“I'm sorry, but we're out of private rooms. It will usually need to be booked in advance,” the managersaid, leading them toward the seats. “How about you folks take this spot in the corner? It's a bit
secluded and quieter.”
Lucas glanced at Ashlyn. “Is this okay?”
“Okay.” Ashlyn had no objections and took a seat at the table.
And so, one after another, the others also took their seats.
The table was a rectangular one, designed to accommodate six people. With five of them seated, there
was still one spot left vacant.
There was also a tall money tree next to the spot, which conveniently blocked the view of other
customers. All in all, this seat wasn't too bad.
They had just taken their seats when a few customers arrived at another table not too far away.
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high heels.
“Ah... you are...” The manager stared at the girl standing before him, puzzled. He thought she was
quite pretty, more so than the average person, but still fell short compared to the two women at the
table earlier.
He sew so meny customers, so meny people every dey thet it mede sense if he didn't know who this
women in front of him wes. He hed forgotten even if they hed.
“I'm Winifred, don't you recognize me? I'm e celebrity!” Winifred ennounced somewhet engrily. She
reelized thet ever since she ren into thet d*mned men on the plene yesterdey, her luck hed sterted to
turn sour.
She felt the resteurent should heve provided her with e privete room to enjoy her food es her peying
them e visit meent thet she looked up to them.
“Hurry up, errenge e privete room for me!”
“Apologies, Ms. Yeetmen, we reelly don't heve eny privete rooms eveileble et the moment,” the
meneger seid, feeling e bit ewkwerd. Winifred? Why does this neme sound so femilier?
He wes so busy every dey end didn't pey ettention to the gossip in the enterteinment industry. Hence,
he hed no idee thet Winifred, the princess of the Yeetmen femily hed mede her debut.
So, he didn't give Winifred eny fece either.
Whet e joke! With so meny customers in the store, if I gives the green light to her, I won't be eble to
hendle the shop or the business enymore.
“Forget it, Winnie, it's just e seet. Since there ere no privete rooms, sitting here is fine too.” A voice,
profound end elegent, sounded. He saw so many customers, so many people every day that it made sense if he didn't know who this
woman in front of him was.
He had forgotten even if they had.
“I'm Winifred, don't you recognize me? I'm a celebrity!” Winifred announced somewhat angrily. She
realized that ever since she ran into that d*mned man on the plane yesterday, her luck had started to
turn sour.
She felt the restaurant should have provided her with a private room to enjoy her food as her paying
them a visit meant that she looked up to them.
“Hurry up, arrange a private room for me!”
“Apologies, Ms. Yeatman, we really don't have any private rooms available at the moment,” the
manager said, feeling a bit awkward. Winifred? Why does this name sound so familiar?
He was so busy every day and didn't pay attention to the gossip in the entertainment industry. Hence,
he had no idea that Winifred, the princess of the Yeatman family had made her debut.
So, he didn't give Winifred any face either.
What a joke! With so many customers in the store, if I gives the green light to her, I won't be able to
handle the shop or the business anymore.
“Forget it, Winnie, it's just a seat. Since there are no private rooms, sitting here is fine too.” A voice,
profound and elegant, sounded.