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

at a small stall in the night market, her great beauty managed to bewitch

at the club, where

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

was determined to accelerate his

the boss served Lucas his spicy

immediately grabbed a disposable fork and gave the

by some crunchy bean sprouts,

first time eating at a stall on the street

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

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

chicken pasta, he seemed to loosen up,

It was getting late.

had finished eating at the night market,

Anderson and Harrison, Ashlyn got into the

entered his Bentley a few moments later and

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

A familiar voice sounded.