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.

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 shielded her, which had made

walked up to Joseph and Charlotte. “M-Mr. Field, I made you some stew. Thank

him. She looked to be around eighteen

life? I’m sorry, but I don’t remember,” Joseph said with a bland expression. “Thank

harder at the recollection of the passionate kiss they had shared when the

uniquely his, in particular, wafted

tender gaze, she said with a smile,

Sheryn turned to depart

at? Mr. Field must not dare accept

Charlotte courteously escorted her to the entrance of the tent. “It’s late.

resentment. Holding her bowl of stew,

be happy about me being around my savior,

felt more aggrieved the more she thought about it. Trying hard to ignore

tent and their mingled odor did not help matters.

not bear to throw her stew away, she