Chapter 187

Lucas drove quickly, flooring the gas pedal. Soon enough, they were back at Whitland Villa.

By now, Ashlyn was a bit hungry herself. Since Lucas already bought the ingredients, she did not mind making breakfast personally.

After all, nothing could beat the sheer happiness of taking a nap after having a filling meal.

With her mind made, Ashlyn did not object as Lucas led her into the villa.

The sight that met her eyes left her stunned. Inside the living room, a few live crabs were scuttling around here and there, parading about the room as if they owned it.

Seeing someone intrude on their newfound territory, the crabs even scuttled towards Ashlyn quickly, clicking their pincers threateningly.

“Why are you just standing there?” Lucas asked, walking over with his car keys when he saw her stand dumbly at the door.

“Lucas, why the hell didn’t you put them in the sink?” Ashlyn pointed at the freely roaming crabs. It was far too early for a headache. “You know what? I give up. I order you to take care of it.”

Feeling sleepy already, Ashlyn was rubbing her eyes to keep herself from nodding off. “Just call me when you’ve finally cleaned them up. I’m going to take a nap.”

made her way to the bedroom. Suddenly worried that Lucas would slack off, she was about to turn back

contrast to his black button-down shirt and

still handsome enough to make the earth

already caught most of the escaped crabs, sticking them back into

probably handle

Lucas dubiously poured the crabs, some oysters, a couple of scallops, and a few squids into the sink. The crabs were still waving their pincers

squirming seafood before him, feeling a headache start to

bought seafood. He should have bought beef or mutton instead. As someone who never handled fresh seafood

pulled out his phone and started to search the

finally finished with cleaning all of

to wake

Ashlyn was sprawled on the bed sleeping deeply. Her beautiful face was as peaceful as a newborn baby’s. Her dark hair spread around her head like a halo, still wavy from the braid she had tied it in

awoken by someone

spreading its wings. Ashlyn saw the very familiar man holding himself above her, a very distinctive floral-print apron tied around his waist as he gently bit and sucked on

His eyes were half-closed, long lashes brushing across his cheeks. His nose brushed against Ashlyn’s face occasionally

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