My One In A Million Wife

My One In A Million Wife [Ashlyn And Lucas] Chapter 43

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 43

“Yakov, from Russia, huh?” Lucas read out the male passenger’s name.

His eyes narrowed and his expression became stern.

The co-pilot felt the pressure in the cockpit increasing after every one of Nancy’s reports.

He felt crushed by the pressure.

“Captain Nolan, your memory is astonishing! Did you remember the names of every passenger?” Nancy exclaimed in shock. “Well, Ms. Berry declined his offer. She…”

Nancy looked troubled.

“What did she do?” Lucas demanded.

Nancy covered her mouth as she recalled that heart-pounding scene that happened earlier. I’ve never thought that the word ‘cool’ could fit a woman so well!

“She lifted her luggage with one hand, and like, bam, she just tossed it to the overhead stowage! It was so cool! She did this so gracefully like the luggage was weightless! If Ms. Berry were a basketball player, she would be famous!” Nancy automatically thought of her as a national athlete.

She had been a flight attendant for many years and seen many types of passengers, but she had never seen such a suave man before, let alone a woman!

“Oh, right, she did the same to Yakov’s luggage as well,” Nancy sniggered. You should’ve seen the look on his face! Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Lucas’ face had remained stern until he heard that last sentence.

His lips then formed a smirk.

A woman who can take down a six-foot-tall goliath like Winsor Jaquin probably has a trick or two up her sleeve, but I didn’t expect her to put Yakov to shame like that.

When Nancy noticed Lucas’ sudden change in expression, she wondered how this woman was related to him.

I’ve never seen Captain Nolan so concerned about someone else before.

“Ask her if she’d like strawberry juice,” Lucas instructed indifferently.

“Sure,” Nancy replied.

It was not time for the in-flight meal yet.

Back when they were married, Ashlyn loved to make her own strawberry juice.

She would often offer Lucas a glass as well.

After Nancy left, the co-pilot, Fred Langsley, teased, “Captain, can I have some too?”

Lucas refused him immediately, “Denied.”

He had prepared the strawberry juice specially for Ashlyn.

The co-pilot was speechless.

In the business class cabin, Ashlyn closed her eyes to rest after flinging her luggage overhead.

She had completely ignored the shocked expression from Yakov and the other passengers.

Nancy walked over and inquired softly, “Miss, would you like a glass of freshly-squeezed strawberry juice?”

Ashlyn opened her eyes and scanned her surroundings. It’s still a little early, isn’t it?

She frowned. “No need. I don’t like strawberry juice.”

When Lucas heard that from Nancy, his gleeful expression faded. She doesn’t like it? Then why does she drink it all the time back then? Just how many lies has this woman told me?

Anger welled up within him.

He checked the time and instructed, “When it’s time for the in-flight meal, pass her all of my fish and chicken wings.”

Soon, it was time for the in-flight meal.

Nancy prepared this behind Jenny’s back.

When Yakov saw this, he asked in broken English, “Why she have prawn, have fish, me only chicken?”

Nancy gave a professional smile. “I’m sorry, this is a special service prepared for this lady only.”

It’s special alright. The captain’s only left with rice and vegetables now!

Ashlyn stared at her food in doubt but accepted it in silence.

When Nancy returned, Lucas enquired, “Has she eaten it?”