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.

wos only copoble of expressing his

satisfaction from satiating

a feeling would only be

his image of a domineering captain, he started eating the

was sharing a

her head and started devouring the spicy chicken pasta, which had a layer

bowl also consisted of some onions, vegetables and bean

one look at it was

Ashlyn enjoying her spicy chicken pasta, Lucas felt his appetite gradually sharpen.

his seat. “Excuse me, I'll have another spicy

is, Ashlyn

to eat

face. At the sight of her lips turning red and swollen while eating her spicy chicken

out, where even at a small stall in the night market, her great beauty managed to bewitch

Lucas recalled that night at the club, where he had

only capable of expressing his feelings

to accelerate

boss served

Lucas immediately grabbed a disposable fork and gave

some

was his first time eating at a stall on the

he wondered, “Spicy, sour... So this is the

distinctive hostility seemed to have faded away, with the wisps of

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

It was getting late.

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