My Extraordinary Wife

All the dishes looked decent to him.

Out of habit, he tried the noodles first. “Not bad.”

He picked up a piece of beef and took a bite.

His movements were controlled, graceful, and pleasant to look at, as though he was born to be noble.

Ashlyn grinned and dug in.

She did not take off the rubber gloves she had been wearing, which made Lucas frown. “Why aren’t you taking your gloves off?”

She never wears gloves when she cooks…

Something feels off…

Ashlyn glanced at her gloves and answered, “I’m going to wash the dishes later, so I’ll just keep them on for the moment.”

“You don’t have to,” Lucas said, dabbing at the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief. “We have maids for a reason.”

Ashlyn grinned. “I like it. How about that?”

get suspicious, but he knew that any attempt to extort

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private jet landed at the airport in

him and tapped her on the

slowly opened her eyes as her muddled brain struggled to make sense of

feeling fatigued for the whole afternoon and

her mind

to investigate the poison from the NN Terrorist Group. I

got into their Bentley after

herself to stay awake as she

message. Boss, NN Terrorist Group is in possession of three types of incurable poison. Since the skin at the point where the poison entered your body is turning black, I’m going to guess that it’s the Backtrack Poison. It will hijack your nervous system and turn back your mental age to that of a

at his message

system…

myself turn into

poison

into taking care of Ashlyn after dealing with Lilian’s death. He could tell she was distressed with

wrong? Did something

something from

had a bad feeling