My Extraordinary Wife

It seemingly took all of Ashlyn’s energy to say that.

After screaming, she lay in bed unmoving, as though she had passed out once again.

Lucas stared at Ashlyn’s pale face, his eyes narrowing.

What did she just say?

She was calling out to me!

She’s waiting for me.

His heart pounded wildly; it was about to leap out of his chest.

Unable to control himself any longer, he pressed his lips against Ashlyn’s.

An indescribable wave of passion filled the room.

Two hours later, Lucas walked into the bathroom, all drenched in sweat.

body temperature had regulated, and her cheeks were no longer red. All that remained were

was back

carried her in his arms, cleaned her up briefly, and placed her

the bedsheets and blanket—all by

soaked, just like when her Spirogyra flared up

of this

really

his phone and dialed

at night in New York, Sinclair was fast

ringtone, he furiously grabbed his phone. “You’d better have a good reason for

else what?” An icy voice cut him off before

as though someone had splashed a bucket of cold water over him, and his tiredness quickly faded away. “Is that you, Lucas? What’s going on? Did your condition get

sounded frosty as usual. “There’s something I want to

my God!” Sinclair exclaimed five minutes later. “It’s real? I thought it only existed in medical records. I

about the Spirogyra?”

the field of psychology, Lucas, but I’ve also heard of certain rare diseases. I once read about this parasite, but there seems to be no cure for it,

lazily by the window, looking handsome while holding his phone and dressed in a black shirt. His

fell heavily outside the window, seemingly beating down on his