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.

a beat when she heard that. Her mind was again cast back to when the boulder came tumbling down. His lovely, soothing voice had sounded in her ear when he

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

at the pretty girl before him. She looked to be around eighteen and was a beauty to behold, but he did not remember

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

those words, her cheeks flushing pink. She blushed even harder at the recollection of the passionate kiss they had shared when the

in particular, wafted to her nose, causing her heart to

with a

her teeth, Sheryn turned

smiling at? Mr. Field must not dare accept the stew I made

to the entrance of the tent.

resentment. Holding her

my savior, so she said

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

odor did

to throw her stew away, she finished