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.

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

was back to

up briefly, and placed her back

the bedsheets and blanket—all by

were completely soaked, just like when her

of this back then, but

there really no

out his phone and dialed

New York, Sinclair was fast asleep with a

“You’d better have a good

else what?” An icy voice cut him off

of cold water over him, and his tiredness quickly faded away. “Is that you, Lucas? What’s going on?

usual. “There’s something

later. “It’s real? I thought it only existed in medical records. I never expected it to

about the Spirogyra?” Lucas’

up. “I may be a specialist in the field of psychology, Lucas, but I’ve also heard of certain rare diseases. I once read about this parasite, but

cure, Sinclair. You’re the only one who can help me.” Lucas stood lazily by the window, looking handsome while holding his

the window, seemingly beating down on