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.

wos only copoble of expressing his

satisfaction from satiating

would only

of a domineering captain,

if she was sharing a table with a

the spicy chicken pasta, which had a layer of

also consisted of some onions, vegetables

at it was

at Ashlyn enjoying her spicy chicken pasta, Lucas felt his appetite

seat. “Excuse me, I'll have another spicy chicken pasta with

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

able to

He nodded, with his black eyes lingering on her porcelain-fair face. At the sight of her lips turning red and swollen while

beauty stood out, where even at a small stall in

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

capable of expressing his feelings at a place and

to

served Lucas

a disposable fork and

spicy and soft, accompanied by some crunchy bean sprouts, giving

a stall on the street in the night

“Spicy, sour... So this

his distinctive hostility seemed to have faded

his spicy chicken pasta, he seemed to loosen up,

It was getting late.

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