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.

when the boulder came tumbling down. His lovely, soothing voice had sounded in her ear when he shielded her, which had made her feel

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

before him. She looked to be around

said with

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

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

noticing Sheryn’s increasingly tender gaze, she said with a smile, “Joseph needs rest. You

teeth, Sheryn

must not dare accept the stew I made for him

thoughts, Charlotte courteously escorted her to the

to suppress her resentment.

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

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

her tent and their mingled odor did not help matters.

to throw her