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.”

front of her. She naturally took

the towel aside and dried his hair

squinted his eyes to the warm wind and the whirring

groaned inwardly

look like an ordinary loving

look like

hairdryer away.

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

bending over to kiss the man’s lips. “You’ll like

his arms. “The thought of not being able

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

butler,

Ashlyn smiled

a foodie

it was either too salty or too sweet; or

too troublesome, and Western

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