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 her.

towel aside and dried his

warm wind and the whirring of the hairdryer, like

inwardly once

an ordinary loving young

even look

the hairdryer away. “How’s pasta

his jaw, staring into the woman’s eyes. “Can I get a pancake,

Ashlyn smiled, bending over to kiss the man’s lips. “You’ll

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

than I am.” Ashlyn nudged him and said

an apron and entering the kitchen, Louis, the butler,

smiled

appetite best, and that he was a foodie and a picky eater,

was either too salty or too sweet; or

was too troublesome, and Western food was too

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