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.

no longer red. All that

was back

in his arms, cleaned her up briefly,

also changed the bedsheets and blanket—all by

when

understand any of this

really

whipped out his phone and dialed a

in New York, Sinclair was fast asleep with a blonde beauty in

ringtone, he furiously grabbed his phone. “You’d

else what?” An icy voice cut him off

as though someone had splashed a bucket of cold water over him, and his tiredness quickly faded away. “Is that

usual. “There’s something

God!” Sinclair exclaimed five minutes later. “It’s real? I thought it only existed in medical records. I never

know about the Spirogyra?” Lucas’

in 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

who can help me.” Lucas stood lazily by the window, looking handsome while holding his phone and

window, seemingly beating