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.”

her the towel and sat down in front of her.

towel aside and dried his hair with the

his eyes to the warm wind and the whirring of the hairdryer, like

inwardly once

like an ordinary loving

this even look like we’re about to

the hairdryer away. “How’s pasta

and propped up his jaw, staring into the woman’s eyes. “Can I get

Ashlyn smiled, bending over to kiss the man’s lips. “You’ll

arms. “The thought of not being able to eat Mrs. Nolan’s food from now on is a

here is no worse at it than I am.” Ashlyn nudged him

and entering the kitchen, Louis, the butler,

Ashlyn smiled in

serving Lucas for many years. He knew the man’s appetite best, and that he was a foodie and a picky eater, which was a headache to all the cooks and

always complain that it was either too salty or

food was too troublesome, and Western food was

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