Married At First Sight By Gu Lingfei

Abby handed Evan a cup of warm water. "Drink this," she said firmly.

Evan obediently took the cup and gulped it down in one go. The fiery sensation in his mouth eased slightly, though it was still overwhelming.

"Abby," he croaked, his voice hoarse, "your sister told me to finish all these peppers. I haven't even eaten half of them yet."

He glanced at the basket of peppers, his stomach turning at the sight. Evan had never eaten anything this spicy in his entire life.

Right now, his throat felt like it was on fire, and his voice was barely audible. He was starting to regret every decision that had led to this moment.

The cold climate in Huyoniville made it more tolerable to eat spicy food daily, but not in the excessive amounts he had consumed. If he were back in Wiltspoon, this level of spiciness would have landed him with a severe case of throat inflammation, gastroenteritis, and a whole day spent confined to the bathroom.

Abby looked at him with a mix of frustration and concern. "You don't need to eat anymore," she said firmly. "I already told my sister, and she agreed."

of water. "Drink this. Once you're done, I'm

cough, cough... I'm fine," he insisted, though his coughing fit betrayed

she grabbed his arm and

too weak to argue. Abby got behind the wheel,

had more pressing

Adalee stood in the top-floor president's office, peering through a telescope at the company entrance. She watched as Abby practically hauled

sent Abby a quick message: Where are you

responded with a voice message: "Sister, I'm taking him to the

Evan really this fragile when it came to spicy

a quarter of the peppers in that basket-barely a tenth, really. But for someone

push the matter

Abby storm in, stop Evan from eating more