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.

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

was back

up briefly,

changed the bedsheets

were completely soaked, just like when her Spirogyra flared up

any of this back then, but

really

whipped out his phone and dialed

Sinclair was fast asleep with a blonde beauty in his

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

cut him off before he could

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

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

it only existed in medical records.

know about the

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

the window, looking handsome while holding his phone and dressed in

outside the window, seemingly beating down on his