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 started drying the man’s hair

she tossed the towel aside and

his eyes to the warm wind and the whirring

groaned inwardly

an ordinary loving young

this even look

done.” Ashlyn put the hairdryer away. “How’s pasta for

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

kiss the man’s lips. “You’ll

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

worse at it than I am.” Ashlyn nudged him and said coyly, “Let me go. I’m

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

Ashlyn smiled

for many years. He knew the man’s appetite best, and that he was a

complain that it was either too salty

food was too troublesome, and Western food

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