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.

floral-print apron tied around Lucas’s waist was a stark contrast to his black button-down shirt and casual pants. Even as she watched, he snapped on a pair of rubber kitchen gloves and prepared to

enough to make the

had already caught most of

can probably handle it. Ashlyn thought to

the crabs, some oysters, a couple of scallops, and a few squids into the sink. The crabs were

squirming seafood before him, feeling a

should have bought beef or mutton instead. As someone who never handled fresh seafood before, he did not have

sigh, Lucas pulled out his phone and

was finally finished with cleaning all of the

went upstairs to wake

face was as peaceful as a newborn baby’s. Her dark hair spread around her head like a

was awoken by someone

butterfly 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 bit and sucked

His eyes were half-closed, long lashes brushing across his cheeks. His nose brushed against

of passion in his affection. What they were doing now felt just like what