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 eat

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 a

stall in the night market, her great beauty

recalled that night at the club, where he had stolen a

expressing his feelings at a place and time like

determined to accelerate his

a while, the boss served Lucas his spicy chicken

Lucas immediately grabbed a disposable fork and gave

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

eating at a stall on

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

distinctive hostility seemed to have faded

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

It was getting late.

time they had finished eating at the night market, it was already

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

Susan received a call

sounded. It was none