Chapter 7

Ashlyn got up with a stretch, her stomach rumbling.

She was just about to get out of bed when she heard the bathroom door being pulled open with a clatter.

The man came out with a white towel wrapping around his waist, exposing his eight packs that were shaped like a bar of chocolate.

This man was so perfect that one could find nothing to cavil about, even his body.

“Aren’t you flying today?” She blinked at him wonderingly.

“I’m flying tonight,” Lucas said, ruffling his wet hair with a towel. “Take your time to find a house. There’s no rush to move out.”

Ashlyn regretted lying about finding a house last night.

There was no easy way out now.

She could only nod with a smile. “My husband is still the best.”

down in front of her. She naturally took it and started drying the

she tossed the towel aside and dried his hair

to the warm wind and

inwardly

an ordinary loving young

this even look like

put the hairdryer

up his jaw,

the man’s lips. “You’ll like

“The thought of not being able to eat Mrs.

worse at it than I am.”

entering the kitchen, Louis, the butler, was all smiles. “The ingredients have been

smiled

a foodie and a picky eater, which was

either too salty or too sweet; or too spicy or

food was too troublesome, and Western food was too

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