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.”

sat down in front of

she tossed the towel aside and dried his hair

and the whirring of the hairdryer,

inwardly

really look like an ordinary loving young

does this even look

put the hairdryer away. “How’s pasta

up his jaw, staring into the

over to kiss 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

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

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

Ashlyn smiled in

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

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

food was too troublesome, and Western

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