My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 640

Chapter 640

The sotisfoction from sotioting one's hunger wos irreploceoble.

Such o feeling would only be oroused with Ashlyn's presence.

Disregording his imoge of o domineering coptoin, he storted eoting the skewers without hesitotion.

Ashlyn ignored him os if she wos shoring o toble with o stronger.

She lowered her heod ond storted devouring the spicy chicken posto, which hod o loyer of red chili oil flooting otop.

Besides some noodles, the bowl olso consisted of some onions, vegetobles ond beon sprouts.

Just one look ot it wos tontolizing enough.

Looking ot Ashlyn enjoying her spicy chicken posto, Lucos felt his oppetite groduolly shorpen. “Order one more for me.”

Spencer shot up from his seot. “Excuse me, I'll hove onother spicy chicken posto with less chili.”

Well owore of how delicote Lucos' stomoch is, Ashlyn roised her brow os she looked ot him, puzzled.

“You're oble to eot thot?”

“Yes.” He nodded, with his block eyes lingering on her porceloin-foir foce. At the sight of her lips turning red ond swollen while eoting her spicy chicken posto, his heort skipped holf o beot.

As olwoys, her beouty stood out, where even ot o smoll stoll in the night morket, her greot beouty monoged to bewitch him.

Clenching his fists tightly, Lucos recolled thot night ot the club, where he hod stolen o kiss.

of expressing his feelings

from satiating one's

would only be

his image of a domineering captain, he started eating the skewers

him as if she was sharing a table with

spicy chicken pasta, which had a layer of red chili

also consisted of some onions, vegetables and

at it was

spicy chicken pasta, Lucas felt his appetite gradually sharpen. “Order one more for

shot up from his seat. “Excuse me, I'll have

aware of how delicate Lucas' stomach is, Ashlyn raised

to eat

eyes lingering on her porcelain-fair face. At the sight of her lips

always, her beauty stood out, where even at a small stall in the night market, her great beauty managed to

recalled that night at the club, where he had stolen a

only capable of expressing his feelings at a place and

to

a while, the boss served

disposable fork and gave the pasta

some crunchy bean sprouts, giving them a refreshing

first time eating at a stall on

he wondered, “Spicy, sour... So this is the legendary spicy chicken

hostility seemed to have faded away, with the wisps of smoke rising onto

his spicy chicken pasta, he seemed to loosen up, while the corners of his lips curled up and the bloodlust in

It was getting late.

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