Evil MC's NTR Harem-Chapter 587 - Canon

She couldn't help herself; it was like every part of her body was urging her to keep eating. But as she chewed, she felt tears welling up in her eyes, unbidden but undeniable.

Joy.

Pure joy.

She had never thought food could bring such an overwhelming flood of emotion.

Before she knew it, tears were streaming down her face, a mix of laughter and awe bubbling from her chest. The flavor was so perfect, it felt almost too much to bear.

How could something this delicious exist in the world? She looked at her husband again, barely able to speak.

Her husband, observing her with an affectionate smile, laughed softly.

"Hehehe. Eat slowly, honey," he teased gently, his eyes twinkling.

"You don't have any competition for this meal—it's all yours. I made sure of that."

He leaned forward and poured her a glass of wine, setting it carefully next to her plate. He didn't say much, but his pride in her joy was written all over his face.

He was clearly enjoying this moment, savoring the knowledge that he had created something that brought her so much happiness.

Ashley wiped away her tears, shaking her head in disbelief. When her mouth was finally not so full, she could finally speak.

"Honey... How in the world did you learn to cook like this? I can't even find the words to describe it. It's just… it's simply the best thing I've ever tasted in my life!"

Her voice trembled slightly with awe. She hadn't expected this kind of transformation from him, hadn't realized how much time and effort he had poured into this skill.

Her husband, who once couldn't even boil water without making a mess, had turned into a master chef.

Her husband smiled, looking humble yet proud.

"Oh, it's nothing, really," he said, waving his hand as if it were no big deal.

"I've just been practicing here and there. I thought I'd try something new for us, and I'm happy my efforts paid off."

He gestured to the next dish he had prepared, a rich, savory creation that sent even more mouthwatering aromas drifting through the air. "Here, try this one too. I think you'll like it."

Ashley nodded eagerly, already anticipating the next burst of flavors. As she tasted the next dish, she realized that this meal wasn't just about the food—it was about the effort, the care, and the love her husband had put into making it perfect for her.

The evening stretched on, each bite more delicious than the last, the conversation flowing easily between them as they laughed and talked. It wasn't just the food that made the night special—it was the way they had connected, how his gesture of preparing this feast had deepened their bond.

By the end of the meal, Ashley felt a warmth in her chest that had nothing to do with the food itself. She felt closer to her husband than ever before, like they had shared something more than just a meal.

The effort, the patience, the care he had put into every step of the cooking process spoke volumes about how much he loved her.

And in that moment, she knew—this dinner was a turning point for their relationship. It wasn't just the best meal she'd ever had; it was the best moment they'd shared in a long time.

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The evening ended with them sitting side by side, content, full, and connected, savoring not just the food, but the quiet joy of being in each other's company.

The meal had been a success, not just in the flavors that lingered on their tongues but in the bond it had strengthened between them—making them feel more like a team than ever before.

The night had ended, but Ashley and her husband were not yet lying in bed to retire.

The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a golden hue over their spacious bedroom, illuminating the elegant furnishings and the gentle expressions on their faces.

Outside, the wind whispered against the window, carrying the distant sounds of the city that never truly slept.

Ashley stretched her arms with a contented sigh before turning to her husband, who was unbuttoning his shirt, preparing to change into something more comfortable.

"You should handle all the cooking from now on, honey," she said, glancing at him with a teasing smile.

Her husband chuckled, shaking his head. "You know I'm always busy, but once a week wouldn't hurt."

"Once a week is more than fine," Ashley replied, her eyes gleaming with excitement. The thought of tasting his heavenly cooking again was enough to brighten her mood.

His culinary skills had always been something special—meals that brought warmth, comfort, and a sense of home like nothing else.

He hummed in response but then fell silent, his fingers pausing over the buttons of his shirt. Ashley recognized that look—the pensive furrow of his brow, the weight in his eyes.

"Are you thinking about Nicole?" she asked softly, already knowing the answer.

They had only one daughter, and both had envisioned her taking over the family business one day.

While they could always hire capable people to manage it, nothing compared to having their own blood oversee everything. Trusting outsiders was a risk they preferred not to take.

The family legacy was built on tradition, on loyalty, on the assurance that their name would endure through generations.

"I just wish she'd married Ian instead of falling for that man," her husband admitted with a weary sigh.

Ashley nodded, her expression clouding. "Me too."

A heavy silence stretched between them. There was no point in rehashing the past, yet the sting of disappointment lingered.

They had raised Nicole with every advantage, given her everything, and yet she had chosen her own path—one they could neither understand nor support.

But Ashley was not one to dwell on negativity for long. With a small smile, she leaned closer to her husband, placing a gentle hand on his arm.

"Enough of this gloomy talk," she declared, her voice lighter now. "My night has been great, and I plan to end it that way, too. Nicole is a big girl. One day, she'll regret her decision and come running back to us. But as for now…"

She let her words trail off deliberately, her smile turning playful as she touched her husband with obvious affection.

"I have a reward for you, honey."

Her husband arched a brow, but the corner of his lips quirked in amusement. Whatever frustration he had been feeling moments ago faded, replaced by something warmer, something more intimate.

And just as Ashley intended, the night ended on her terms.

The room was soon filled with the sweet, seductive melody of passionate foreplay—but not everyone was enjoying the night.

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"Mmmph!" A muffled scream escaped from the gagged man as he struggled against the ropes binding him tightly to the chair. He thrashed, his muscles straining, but the restraints held firm.

Helpless, he could do nothing but watch as his wife indulged in something sinful with a man who was his exact double. The man looked exactly like him!

No! he screamed in his mind, his eyes wide with horror. His breath came in ragged gasps as he stared at the massive screen before him, forced to witness the betrayal unfold in agonizing detail.