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.”

and sat down in front of her. She naturally took it and started drying the

she tossed the towel aside and dried his hair with

the warm wind and the

inwardly

like an ordinary

even look like we’re about

put the hairdryer away.

on the bed and propped up his jaw, staring into the woman’s

bending over to kiss the man’s lips. “You’ll like

thought of

no worse at it than I am.” Ashlyn nudged him and said coyly, “Let

and entering the kitchen, Louis, the butler,

Ashlyn smiled

He knew the man’s appetite best, and that he was a foodie

would always complain that it was either too salty

too troublesome, and Western food

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