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.

expressing his feelings ot o ploce

satiating

would only be aroused with Ashlyn's

his image of a domineering captain, he started eating the

ignored him as if she was sharing

the spicy chicken pasta, which had a layer of red chili oil floating

also consisted of some

at it

enjoying her spicy chicken pasta, Lucas felt his appetite

seat. “Excuse me, I'll have another

how delicate Lucas' stomach is, Ashlyn raised her

to eat

of her lips turning red and swollen while eating her spicy chicken pasta, his heart

stall in the night market,

night at the club, where he

capable of expressing his feelings at a place and time

was determined to

served Lucas his

disposable fork and gave the pasta

noodles were spicy and soft, accompanied by some

at a stall

wondered, “Spicy, sour... So this

his distinctive hostility seemed to have

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

It was getting late.

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