My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 977 Love Me More
“Shiela...” whined Sadie.
“If I mess up this time, my modeling career is going to be affected quite badly in the future. How will I participate in major
competitions and win awards, let alone be hired for runway shows?”
Sadie wept till snot and tears covered her face. “I bet it’s that b*tch Cassandra and Ashlyn that’s dragging my name through the
mud. They must’ve hired ghostwriters!”
“All right, all right. Stop crying.”
Shiela reached out to wipe away Sadie’s tears. Regardless of what happened, Sadie was still Shiela’s sister.
Even if they had their squabbles as siblings, nothing could break the bond between family members.
“Later tonight, I’ll give Richard a call to see if he’ll pick me up. I’ll then ask if he can come up with a solution to this problem,”
replied Shiela.
“Thank you, Shiela.”
When Sadie heard what Shiela said, she suddenly broke into a smile. “I knew that you would look out for me.”
“Stop trying to flatter me. I’m heading upstairs now.”
Having said that, Shiela turned on her heel and left.
Many days had passed since the disaster had happened. Things were now mostly under control in the Xanfield disaster zone.
On top of that, the heavy rain from the past few days had come to a stop too.
Post-disaster reconstruction was now a top priority.
A group of staff under James’ command, including some of the experts and leading figures in various fields, were discussing how
to carry out exhaustive reconstruction efforts.
Ashlyn and Lucas were present at the scene too.

The warm winter sun shone on the two of them as if bathing them in a faint golden glow.
“With only the post-disaster reconstruction left, it feels like a weight off my shoulders,” said Ashlyn, glancing at the clear river
water as she sat by the banks.
Lucas raised a brow and leaned close to Ashlyn’s ear. “Apart from the reconstruction efforts, are you really not thinking of
anything else?” he asked with a hint of mirth in his voice.
Goodness me, my wife is certainly a workaholic.
As Lucas got to the end of his question, his tone was now slightly raised with a little mischief in it.
Ashlyn raised a brow and looked at him pointedly. “What else is there to think of?”
Lucas laughed and gently squeezed Ashlyn’s delicate hand. “I’m asking that you love me a little more tonight.”
His eyes gaze had darkened a little as he stared at Ashlyn with a fiery passion in his eyes. Lucas shook his head. Here he was,
a living, breathing person with a good figure and the looks to match, but he was stuck with a wife who liked to busy herself with
other things. It was truly heartbreaking.
D*mn. How bold of him to ask for my affection like this.
If not for the villagers passing through the area, Ashlyn would have loved to send the man before her hurtling into the river.
What on earth is going on inside his head?
When the pair’s intimate gestures found their way into the eyes of the nearby villagers, they could not help but smile kindly upon
Lucas and Ashlyn.
Sheryn, who was not too far away, also witnessed the scene. Inexplicably, she found herself thinking of Joseph’s handsome
face.
When will Mr. Joseph hold my hand as intimately? Wouldn’t that be nice? I think I’d pass out from sheer happiness.
As she thought of this, Sheryn then made her way toward the tent.

Sheryn had heard that James was leaving tomorrow and was bringing along the students from the village who had been
handpicked for scholarships.
She had to stand out among these students and not fall behind.
As such, she needed to make her presence known.
Sheryn glanced at the basket she was carrying and quickened her pace.
When she arrived at the tent, she noticed that James was the only one inside.
Sheryn walked over silently and glanced at James, who was poring over documents with full concentration. “Mr. Field?” queried
Sheryn gently. “I went fishing for fish and shrimps at the river today. You can take this back with you when you leave tomorrow. I
think it’ll be good for you and Mrs. Field to have something more nourishing.”
James heard a rather timid voice addressing him. He then raised his head to see an earnest-looking young girl. She appeared to
be quite comely and vibrant.
With a gentle smile, James replied, “There’s no need for that. You should save that for yourself. Besides, we’re not lacking in
anything at home. How can I possibly accept such a gift?”
After all, fishing for seafood was no easy feat.