My Extraordinary Wife

Lucas had an inkling that he was never going to get the gentle and playful Ashlyn back, ever again.

His heart ached terribly as he thought of how aloof and distant she had become.

However, he then recalled how much he had enjoyed Ashlyn’s cooking so he dragged himself up and walked over to the dining table.

When he took a sip of the chicken noodle soup, an inexplicable sense of contentment started to spread through him.

Though it was not very obvious, one could tell that he was feeling moved, based on the crack in his expression.

He had long gotten used to Ashlyn over the past few years, whether it be her cooking or her body.

He could even vividly recall the fragrance of her skincare products.

Finishing the bowl of noodle soup, he stood up to wash the dishes. To which soon after, he grabbed himself some medication for his tummy.

He then turned in for the night, only to end up tossing and turning; no sleep came to him.

His burning anxiety grew deep, along with the night.

Ashlyn had always been a light sleeper.

Hence, she was laying wide awake, the moment a dark figure opened the door to her room. She stayed perfectly still, laying turned on her side.

Though the person was moving very lightly, Ashlyn could easily tell from the sound of the familiar footsteps that it was Lucas.

middle of the night. What’s he

that I’d

modus operandi; there was

She had turned

and distant during the day, but now, she looked as harmless as an

He couldn’t stop himself and pressed his lips onto the pair that he had been dreaming of for

as soft and as full as he had

onto an oasis in the desert. That was

couldn’t believe what was

so long just so he could sneak a

Lucas away, but suddenly,

enough, it had spread throughout

Not again!

Why is it that every time this man is

does this

been fed enough, all

had any palpitations at

so readily agreed to end the

had greatly

during the day, the curse had likely

in close vicinity, it

of her body growing warmer, and it

Very, very unbearable.