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

face. At the sight of her lips turning red and

always, her beauty stood out, where even at a small stall in the night market, her great

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

expressing his feelings at a place and time

determined to

the boss served Lucas his

Lucas immediately grabbed a disposable fork and gave the pasta

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

first time eating at a stall on the

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

have faded away, with the wisps of smoke

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

It was getting late.

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

with Anderson and Harrison, Ashlyn got into the

few moments later and exclaimed inwardly, “She’s treating me as if I’m a stranger! How carefree

Susan received a call in

it’s me.” A familiar voice sounded. It was none other than