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.

heart skipped 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

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

at the pretty girl before him. She looked to be around eighteen

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

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

she said with a smile, “Joseph needs rest. You

Sheryn turned to

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

escorted her to the

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

about me being around my

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

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

bear to throw her stew away, she finished it