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?”

knew that any

*

jet landed at the airport

and tapped her on the

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

had been feeling fatigued for the whole afternoon and ended

after waking up, her mind was still

she sent a message to Jared, telling him to investigate the poison from the NN Terrorist Group. I wonder if he’s

into their Bentley after

awake as she took out her phone

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

stared at his

system… paralysis… for

let myself turn into

long does it take for the poison to take effect? Will I die soon, just like

his time and energy into taking care of Ashlyn after dealing with

wrong? Did

something from

a bad