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 traces of their

was back to

in his arms, cleaned her up briefly, and placed her back on

bedsheets and blanket—all by

soaked, just like when her Spirogyra flared

this

really

phone and

at night in New York, Sinclair was fast

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

voice cut him off before he could

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

frosty as usual. “There’s something I

I thought it only existed in medical records. I never expected it to happen in

know about the Spirogyra?” Lucas’ eyes

of psychology, Lucas, but I’ve also heard of certain rare diseases. I once read about this parasite,

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

outside the window,