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.”

man handed her the towel and sat down in front of her.

tossed the towel aside and dried his hair with

wind and the whirring of the hairdryer, like a

groaned inwardly

like an ordinary

even look

hairdryer away.

side on the bed and propped up his

the man’s

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

I am.” Ashlyn nudged

apron and entering the kitchen, Louis, the butler, was all smiles. “The ingredients have

smiled

man’s appetite best, and that he was a foodie and a picky eater, which was a headache to all the cooks and

complain that it was either too salty or too sweet;

troublesome, and Western

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