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.

able to

her lips turning red and

out, where even at a small stall in the night

at the club, where he

he was only capable of expressing his feelings at a place and

was determined to accelerate

a while, the boss served Lucas his

grabbed a disposable fork and gave

were spicy and soft, accompanied by some crunchy bean sprouts, giving them a refreshing

a stall on the street in

the taste unusual, he wondered, “Spicy, sour… So this is the legendary

often, his distinctive hostility seemed to have faded away, with the wisps of smoke rising

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

It was getting late.

the night

got into the Land Rover, without bidding farewell to

driven off, Lucas entered his Bentley a few moments later and exclaimed inwardly, “She’s treating me as if I’m a stranger! How carefree

day, Susan received a call in the morning. “Hello,”

voice sounded. It was none