My Extraordinary Wife

He had gone to a five-star hotel to order takeout for the food.

“No need.” Lucas was not feeling particularly hungry at the moment. To him, everything looked bland and tasteless if it was not Ashlyn’s cooking.

As such, he did not mind not eating. However, there was no way he would condone her not eating as well.

He patted her cheek lightly, urging, “Honey, you should eat something.”

The delicious smell of food wafted into her nostrils. Ashlyn’s eyelids fluttered before she opened them slowly. It took but a second for her to realize she was still in Lucas’ arms with her back pressed to his solid chest.

Before she could move, he had already moved a bowl of dumplings toward her. Scooping up a spoonful of the broth, he brought it to her lips.

“This is broth made from Silkie chickens. It’s supposed to be really nutritious and good for you.”

She opened her mouth obediently and swallowed the broth. The warm liquid slipped down her throat, settling in her empty stomach and making her feel better.

With one hand wrapped around her waist, he used his other hand to feed her.

This affectionate, considerate man was a stark contrast to the beastly man that had pinned her to the bed and ravaged her.

she started to eat, the hand around

irritation. “Could you be a

we should engage in other activities?”

his finger hard. She could feel how her

all, he merely

passiveness, she released his finger. “Are you

as you’re happy,” he stated

wound critically before

Ashlyn was speechless.

myself, didn’t I? That sly man must have planned this

some reason, anything that passed through her

she picked up the fork to feed

it. In a low voice, he

she huffed, “Don’t

me,”

as she recalled how viciously she had bitten him earlier. He had not protested or moved to

hint of something undecipherable in his eyes.

be