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 information from her

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airport in the middle of the

beside him and tapped her on the

eyes as her muddled brain struggled to make sense of the situation. “Let’s

feeling fatigued for the whole afternoon and ended up

her mind was still

investigate the poison from the NN Terrorist Group. I wonder if he’s come up with

into their Bentley after

she forced herself to stay awake as she took

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

stared at

nervous system…

can’t let myself turn into

the poison to take

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

Did something

something from

a bad feeling