Chapter 10

　　Lucas' POV 　　I don't understand women, yet my life is full of them. 　　They are unpredictable creatures. 　　Last minute she's my wife. The next minute she's standing on your doorstep, flirting with some other guy. 　　I really should have chained her to my bed or locked her up in a dungeon or something. 　　I don't love her, but she's my wife. It's complicated and I don't expect anyone to understand. 　　"I guess this is the Mr. Farrow that you've mentioned," the man who was flirting with my wife said. 　　I didn't like his tone of speech and I didn't like his face. 　　People like that don't usually last more than five minutes in my life. 　　When he put his hand into his inner pocket, all my bodyguards stepped forward and pulled out their guns. 　　At the same time, his crew did the same. 　　A shootout was about to start. 　　"OK, this is enough! Everybody! Put your guns down right!" My wife stared at me and that guy alternatively. 　　The other guy took a glance at his men and suggested they put down