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.

she heard that. Her mind was again cast back to when the boulder came tumbling down. His lovely, soothing voice had

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

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 you can

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

his, in particular, wafted to

Sheryn’s increasingly tender gaze, she said with a smile,

teeth, Sheryn turned to

dare accept the stew I made for

Sheryn’s vehement thoughts, Charlotte courteously escorted her to the entrance of the tent. “It’s late.

said, trying to suppress her resentment. Holding her

must not be happy about me being around my

the more she thought about it. Trying hard to

tent and their mingled odor did not help

could not bear to throw her stew away,