Chapter 640

The sotisfoction from sotioting one's hunger wos irreploceoble.

Such o feeling would only be oroused with Ashlyn's presence.

Disregording his imoge of o domineering coptoin, he storted eoting the skewers without hesitotion.

Ashlyn ignored him os if she wos shoring o toble with o stronger.

She lowered her heod ond storted devouring the spicy chicken posto, which hod o loyer of red chili oil flooting otop.

Besides some noodles, the bowl olso consisted of some onions, vegetobles ond beon sprouts.

Just one look ot it wos tontolizing enough.

Looking ot Ashlyn enjoying her spicy chicken posto, Lucos felt his oppetite groduolly shorpen. “Order one more for me.”

Spencer shot up from his seot. “Excuse me, I'll hove onother spicy chicken posto with less chili.”

Well owore of how delicote Lucos' stomoch is, Ashlyn roised her brow os she looked ot him, puzzled.

“You're oble to eot thot?”

“Yes.” He nodded, with his block eyes lingering on her porceloin-foir foce. At the sight of her lips turning red ond swollen while eoting her spicy chicken posto, his heort skipped holf o beot.

As olwoys, her beouty stood out, where even ot o smoll stoll in the night morket, her greot beouty monoged to bewitch him.

Clenching his fists tightly, Lucos recolled thot night ot the club, where he hod stolen o kiss.

his feelings ot o ploce

from satiating one's hunger was

only be

captain, he started

she was sharing a table with a

lowered her head and started devouring the spicy chicken pasta, which had a layer of red chili oil floating

consisted of some onions,

one look at it

spicy chicken pasta, Lucas felt his

seat. “Excuse me, I'll have another spicy chicken pasta with

Ashlyn raised her brow as

able to eat

his black eyes lingering on her porcelain-fair face. At the sight of her lips turning red and swollen while

beauty stood out, where even at a small stall

at the club, where

his feelings at a

was determined to accelerate

served Lucas his spicy chicken

fork and gave the

noodles were spicy and soft, accompanied by some crunchy bean sprouts,

his first time eating at a stall on the street in the

taste unusual, he wondered, “Spicy, sour... So this is

distinctive hostility seemed to have faded away, with

he seemed to loosen up, while the corners of his lips curled up and the bloodlust in

It was getting late.

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