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.”

of her. She naturally took it and

towel aside and dried

wind and the whirring of the

inwardly once

really look like an ordinary

this even look like

Ashlyn put the hairdryer away. “How’s

his jaw, staring into

bending over to kiss the

suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms. “The thought of not being

is no worse at it than I am.” Ashlyn nudged him and said coyly, “Let me

the kitchen, Louis, the butler, was all smiles. “The ingredients have been replenished in the refrigerator,

Ashlyn smiled

a foodie and a picky eater,

it was either too salty or too sweet;

food was too troublesome, and Western food was

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