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

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

stall in the night market, her great beauty managed to

night at the club, where he had stolen a

was only capable of expressing his feelings at a place

to accelerate his

while, the boss served Lucas

disposable fork

noodles were spicy and soft, accompanied by some crunchy bean sprouts,

time eating at a

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

seemed to have faded away, with the wisps of smoke rising onto his

chicken pasta, he seemed to loosen up, while the corners

It was getting late.

finished eating at the night market, it

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

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

day, Susan received a call in the

it’s me.” A familiar voice sounded. It