My Extraordinary Wife

When did he change? She mused.

Soon, Lucas turned increasingly impatient as his breathing turned uneven. He became demanding and aggressive.

Ashlyn gave him a mighty push and ran her fingers through her hair. “Don’t you want lunch?”

Her voice was raspy while her cheeks were as red as tantalizing cherries.

Lucas leaned on the wall and bent his legs casually as he gazed at a blushing Ashlyn.

It was as if time had reversed to four years ago, and she was still that young and shy young lady.

His lips curved up in a smirk. “I wanna devour you.”

“Wash the vegetables!” Ashlyn stuffed the leafy greens into his hands exasperatedly.

She couldn’t help but blush as her heart pounded faster against her chest.

As she looked down, her hair fell from her shoulders and covered part of her features.

Lucas turned on the tap and started washing the vegetables.

When he was done, he turned and saw her chopping the other vegetables deftly.

trailed down to her pursed lips, which were painted ruby red. She might be chopping vegetables,

drooped down and cast shadows

the scrunchie from her wrist and was about to tie her hair up. Perhaps

wiped his hands and

help you with that.” His husky voice rang behind

stopped beating for a moment as

from her and gathered her long hair together before tying them up

her hair. Et voilà—a simple, low ponytail

divorce, Lucas had often helped to tie her

was skillful enough not to hurt

married, so she didn’t mind intimate

that to her, her heart that had just calmed down

day. Why don’t you move back home?” As Ashlyn cast her gaze downward

and mighty man’s plea seemed

Lucas had suddenly lost his oppressive demeanor. Right now, he was unbelievably patient

the kitchen, his aura was unmistakably

her senses and replied,

roasted carrots? Spiced eggplant

brows at his

of delight sparkled in his eyes. “It’s just

at the dining table and waited