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.

Her mind was again cast back to when the boulder came tumbling down. His lovely, soothing voice had sounded in her ear when he shielded her, which had made her feel

“M-Mr. Field, I made you some stew. Thank you

him. She looked to be around eighteen and

with a bland expression. “Thank you for the gesture, but

those words, her cheeks flushing pink. She blushed even harder at

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

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

Sheryn turned to

must not dare accept the stew I made for

of Sheryn’s vehement thoughts, Charlotte courteously escorted her to the entrance of the tent. “It’s

said, trying to suppress her resentment. Holding her bowl of stew,

must not be happy about me being around my savior, so she

more she thought about it. Trying hard to ignore the throbbing ache in her heart, she

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

could not bear to throw her stew away, she