My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 7

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

aside and dried his hair with the

the warm wind and the whirring of the hairdryer, like a lazy

inwardly once

an ordinary loving young

does this even look like we’re

put the hairdryer

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 it; I

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

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

Louis, the butler,

Ashlyn smiled in

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 nannies of the

either too salty or too sweet; or too spicy or

food was too troublesome, and

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