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.

were painted ruby red. She might

and cast

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

hands and

His husky voice rang

a

the scrunchie from her and gathered her long hair together

two loops to secure her hair. Et voilà—a simple,

often helped to

enough

so she didn’t mind

did that to her, her heart that had just calmed down

your cooking. I’d love to have you cook my meals every day. Why don’t you move back home?” As Ashlyn cast her gaze downward without a word, Lucas parted his

man’s

lost

kitchen, his aura was

Ashlyn collected her senses and replied, “I’m going to cook

with roasted carrots? Spiced eggplant quinoa

her brows at his guess. “Oh? How do

hint of delight sparkled in his

dining table and waited for