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.”

down in front of her. She naturally took it and started drying the man’s hair

aside and dried his hair with

to the warm wind and the

inwardly

look like an ordinary

does this even look like we’re about to

put the hairdryer away. “How’s pasta

his side on the bed and propped up his jaw, staring

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

“The thought of not

I am.” Ashlyn

entering the kitchen, Louis, the butler, was all smiles. “The ingredients have been replenished in the refrigerator,

smiled

had been serving Lucas 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

it was either too salty or

was too troublesome, and

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