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

black eyes lingering on her porcelain-fair face. At the sight of her

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

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

only capable of expressing his feelings

determined to accelerate his

while, the boss served Lucas

a disposable fork and gave the

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

first time eating at a

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

have faded away, with the wisps

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

It was getting late.

at the night market, it was already one in the

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

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

Susan received a call

A familiar voice sounded. It was none