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

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

small stall in

his fists tightly, Lucas recalled that night at the club, where he had stolen a

of expressing his feelings at

determined to accelerate

the boss served

immediately grabbed a disposable fork and gave

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

at a stall on the street

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

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

he seemed to loosen up, while the corners

It was getting late.

time they had finished eating at 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

next day, Susan received a call in

it’s me.” A familiar voice sounded.