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 it and

towel aside and dried his hair with the

his eyes to the warm wind and

groaned inwardly once

an

look

hairdryer

side on the bed and propped up his jaw, staring

kiss the man’s lips. “You’ll like it; I assure

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

it than I am.” Ashlyn nudged him and said coyly, “Let me

entering the kitchen, Louis, the butler,

smiled in

was a foodie and a

would always complain that it was either too salty or too sweet; or too spicy or

food was too troublesome, and Western food was too

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