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.

and her cheeks were no longer red. All that remained

back

cleaned her up briefly, and placed her back on the

bedsheets and blanket—all

sheets were completely soaked, just like when her Spirogyra flared up at Bayview

any of this back then, but he did

there really

his phone and dialed a

Sinclair was fast

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

An icy voice cut him

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

as usual. “There’s

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

know about the

the field of psychology, Lucas, but I’ve also heard of certain rare

the window, looking handsome while holding his phone

heavily outside the window, seemingly