My Extraordinary Wife

Because of the hard conditions in the disaster zone, it was a blessing to have a full belly.

For Sheryn to even cook some stew in the middle of the night was, to Charlotte, a waste of resources and a despicable act.

Sheryn looked morosely at her with eyes tinged red. “All right, then.”

Her tone was filled with disappointment. With her head bowed, she prepared to leave.

Suddenly, a violent coughing sound sounded behind her.

Sheryn spun around and saw Joseph awakened by a coughing fit. Charlotte hurried over, helped him sit up, and patted his back.

“What happened, Joseph? Are you unwell?”

“My head hurts,” he croaked as he massaged his brow. His husky voice, accompanied by the pattering of rain on the tent in the night, sounded rather charming.

cast back to when the boulder came tumbling down. His lovely, soothing voice had

stop herself, Sheryn walked up to Joseph and Charlotte. “M-Mr. Field, I made you some stew. Thank you for saving my life. Have it

pretty girl before him. She looked to be around eighteen and was a

with a bland expression. “Thank you for the

cheeks flushing pink. She blushed even harder at the recollection of the passionate kiss they had shared when the man was

masculine scent that was uniquely his, in particular, wafted to her nose, causing

Sheryn’s increasingly tender gaze, she said with a smile, “Joseph needs

teeth, Sheryn

Mr. Field must not dare accept the

Sheryn’s vehement thoughts, Charlotte courteously escorted her to the entrance of

resentment. Holding her bowl of stew,

my savior, so she said

she thought about it. Trying hard to

tent and their mingled odor did not help matters. She grew even

to throw her stew away, she finished it