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

satiating one's

would only be aroused

image of a domineering captain, he started eating the skewers without

if she was

spicy chicken pasta, which had a layer of red chili oil

some noodles, the bowl also consisted of some onions, vegetables and

look at

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

I'll have another spicy chicken pasta with less

of how delicate Lucas' stomach is, Ashlyn raised her brow as she looked at

able to

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

beauty stood out, where even at a small stall in the night market, her

his fists tightly, Lucas recalled that night at the club, where he had

of expressing his feelings at a place and

was determined to accelerate

the boss served Lucas his

a disposable fork and gave the

some crunchy bean

time eating at a stall on the street in the

“Spicy, sour... So this is

around Ashlyn often, his distinctive hostility seemed to have faded away,

he seemed to loosen up, while the corners of his lips curled

It was getting late.

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