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.

back to when the boulder came tumbling down. His lovely, soothing voice had

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

be around eighteen and was a beauty to behold, but he did not

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

blushed even harder at the recollection

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

noticing Sheryn’s increasingly tender gaze, she said with

Sheryn

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

escorted her to the entrance

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

around my savior, so she said those

she thought about it. Trying hard to ignore the

mingled odor did not help matters. She grew

she could not bear to throw her