My Extraordinary Wife

By now, Ashlyn was a bit hungry herself. Since Lucas already bought the ingredients, she did not mind making breakfast personally.

After all, nothing could beat the sheer happiness of taking a nap after having a filling meal.

With her mind made, Ashlyn did not object as Lucas led her into the villa.

The sight that met her eyes left her stunned. Inside the living room, a few live crabs were scuttling around here and there, parading about the room as if they owned it.

Seeing someone intrude on their newfound territory, the crabs even scuttled towards Ashlyn quickly, clicking their pincers threateningly.

“Why are you just standing there?” Lucas asked, walking over with his car keys when he saw her stand dumbly at the door.

“Lucas, why the hell didn’t you put them in the sink?” Ashlyn pointed at the freely roaming crabs. It was far too early for a headache. “You know what? I give up. I order you to take care of it.”

Feeling sleepy already, Ashlyn was rubbing her eyes to keep herself from nodding off. “Just call me when you’ve finally cleaned them up. I’m going to take a nap.”

Yawning, she made her way to the bedroom. Suddenly worried that Lucas would slack off, she was about to turn back and tell him what he actually needed to do when she saw him tie an apron around his waist.

shirt and casual pants. Even as

like this, Lucas was still handsome enough to make the earth itself

about to give him. Lucas had already caught most of the

he can probably handle it. Ashlyn thought to

crabs, some oysters, a couple of scallops, and a few squids into the sink. The crabs were still waving their pincers at

at the sink full of squirming seafood

seafood. He should have bought beef or mutton instead. As someone who never

sigh, Lucas pulled out his phone and started to search the internet for

was finally finished with cleaning

went upstairs to wake

was as peaceful as a newborn baby’s. Her dark hair spread around

was awoken by someone nibbling

spreading its wings. Ashlyn saw the very familiar man holding himself above her, a very distinctive floral-print apron tied around his waist as he gently

exuding a deadly charm. His eyes were half-closed, long lashes brushing across his

was a lingering hint of passion in his affection. What they were doing now felt just like what they used to do