My Extraordinary Wife

The satisfaction from satiating one’s hunger was irreplaceable.

Such a feeling would only be aroused with Ashlyn’s presence.

Disregarding his image of a domineering captain, he started eating the skewers without hesitation.

Ashlyn ignored him as if she was sharing a table with a stranger.

She lowered her head and started devouring the spicy chicken pasta, which had a layer of red chili oil floating atop.

Besides some noodles, the bowl also consisted of some onions, vegetables and bean sprouts.

Just one look at it was tantalizing enough.

Looking at Ashlyn enjoying her spicy chicken pasta, Lucas felt his appetite gradually sharpen. “Order one more for me.”

Spencer shot up from his seat. “Excuse me, I’ll have another spicy chicken pasta with less chili.”

Well aware of how delicate Lucas’ stomach is, Ashlyn raised her brow as she looked at him, puzzled.

to eat

on her porcelain-fair face. At the sight of her lips turning red and swollen while eating her spicy chicken pasta, his

stood out, where even at a small stall in the night market, her great beauty managed

tightly, Lucas recalled that night at the club, where he

his feelings at a

to accelerate his

the boss served Lucas his spicy

grabbed a disposable fork

were spicy and soft, accompanied by some

his first time eating at a stall on the

wondered, “Spicy, sour… So this is the legendary spicy chicken

his distinctive hostility seemed to have faded away, with

the excitement brought by his spicy chicken pasta, he seemed to loosen up, while the corners of his

It was getting late.

the night market, it

Anderson and Harrison, Ashlyn got into the Land Rover, without bidding farewell

moments later and exclaimed inwardly, “She’s treating me as if I’m a stranger! How carefree she

received a call in the morning. “Hello,” she

familiar voice sounded. It was none other