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.

that. Her mind was again cast back to when the boulder came tumbling down. His

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

girl before him. She looked to be around eighteen and was a beauty to behold, but he did

don’t remember,” Joseph said with a bland expression. “Thank you for the gesture, but

harder at the recollection of the passionate kiss

was uniquely his, in particular, wafted to her nose, causing

with a smile, “Joseph needs

Sheryn turned to

must not dare accept the

her to the entrance of the tent. “It’s late. You should

too,” Sheryn said, trying to suppress her resentment. Holding her bowl of

around my savior, so she said those disparaging things about

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

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

not bear to throw her stew