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

she tossed the towel aside and dried his hair with

to the warm wind and

inwardly once

like an

does this even look like we’re

hairdryer away. “How’s

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

the man’s lips. “You’ll

out and pulled her into his arms. “The thought of not being able to eat Mrs. Nolan’s food from now on is

no worse at it than I am.” Ashlyn nudged him and said

apron and entering the kitchen, Louis, the butler, was all smiles.

smiled in

man’s appetite best, and that he was a

salty or too

too troublesome, and Western food

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