My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 1004 Oddly Good Match
“You have a gunshot wound on your leg,” Cassandra remarked as she studied the injury on Spencer’s thigh. When she touched
it, she noticed his pants were already soaked in blood.
Upon noticing the harrowing sight of blood on her hand, she grimaced and carried him up.
Spencer was rendered speechless for a moment before he gulped. “Can you not carry me?” This is so embarrassing, especially
when there are police officers everywhere. I’m a grown man, and I certainly don’t want to be seen carried around by a petite
woman! I wish the ground would swallow me up right about now.
However, Cassandra didn’t understand why the man was feeling ashamed. Expeditiously, she grabbed a medical kit from the
tank, leaped out of the vehicle, and landed before him.
Upon opening the medical kit, she pulled out a dagger.
A dogger? Can anyone tell me why there’s a weapon inside a medical kit? A bewildered Spencer watched as Cassandra
sanitized the dagger by running it through the fire twice.
She then explained, “We have to get the bullet out of you right now. Hold still, and bear with the pain while I dig the bullet out.”
The man was dumbfounded. Is she really going to employ such a simple but brutish technique to extract the bullet from my leg?
He shook his head vehemently. “No! Let’s wait for Ms. Berry. She’s a pro—Argh!”
Before he could finish his sentence, the brutish Cassandra ripped open the leg of his pants, then swiftly and forcefully stabbed
the dagger into his thigh.
A thud rang out, and the bullet came out of his thigh before falling to the ground.
Spencer saw Cassandra retrieve a clean handkerchief from the medical kit and press it against his wound.
Her movements were swift, decisive, and efficient.
With her fair, dexterous hand, she hastily pulled out gauze and bandage from the medical kit. She also removed some medicinal
powder from the kit and sprinkled it on Spencer’s wound.

As blood leaked out of his body, he was in so much agony that he paled and almost fainted. / really do not understand why
Cassandra always acts so straightforwardly and savagely, even though she has a cute, innocent, and delicate face. Her
appearance is a stork contrast to her demeanor. I must say, her behavior con’t help but moke me recoil a certain hammer-
wielding paladin from a popular bottle arena gome. Ugh, f*ck. This is so bloody painful. Still, I must endure. I mustn’t allow her to
look down on me. I’m a man, after all! How con I be weaker than her?
Once Cassandra was done dressing his wound, she lifted the man up once more. “You’re hurt, so you can’t exert yourself or
walk around. Therefore...”
A malicious grin settled on Cassandra’s pretty face. Mischievously, she carried him as though he was a princess. “I suppose I’ll
have to lower my ego and bring you inside!”
Spencer was speechless. My dignity as a man has never taken such a huge hit before!
It was then two figures dashed out of the forest.
When Spencer saw who they were, he shouted, “Mr. Nolan!”
Lucas’ countenance was scarily dark. But when he saw the petite Cassandra carrying his assistant in her arms, his gaze settled
on them for a moment.
He then looked away, though the edges of his lips curved upward, revealing his inner thoughts. Will Spencer ever look this
adorable again? It’s amusing to see a freakishly strong yet petite woman carrying him like a princess!
Meanwhile, Ashlyn wasn’t as composed as Lucas was. While she had just escaped the carnage, it didn’t affect her mood to
enjoy the scene before her.
She swept her gaze past the chaotic sight in front of her before peering at Cassandra and Spencer again. They seem like an
oddly good match for each other.
“I must say, Spencer, I think you’re very suited to stay in Cassandra’s arms.” Caressing her chin, Ashlyn remarked, “Hopefully,
this will continue for the rest of your lives.”
Cassandra snorted. “As if I’d want to stay with him my whole life.” Disdain shrouded her pretty face. “He’s a cowardly man. Did
you know he wanted to wait for your return just so you could remove the bullet in his leg?”

Arching a brow, Ashlyn asked, “How are you feeling now, Mr. White? Is the bullet still in you?”