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?”

any attempt to extort information from her

*

landed at the airport in the

woman beside him and tapped her

her eyes as her muddled brain struggled to make sense of the situation.

feeling fatigued for the whole afternoon and ended up sleeping

up, her mind was still in a

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

Bentley

forced herself to stay awake as she took out her phone

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

at his

nervous system… paralysis…

myself turn into

for the poison to take effect? Will I die soon,

after dealing with Lilian’s death. He could tell she was distressed with just one

Did

something from

a bad feeling about the