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.”

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

tossed the towel aside and dried

to the warm wind and the whirring of the

groaned inwardly once

like an

this even look

hairdryer away.

his jaw, staring into the woman’s eyes. “Can I

to kiss the man’s lips. “You’ll like it; I assure

out and pulled her into his arms. “The thought of not being able to eat Mrs. Nolan’s food from now on is a little

than I am.” Ashlyn nudged him and said coyly, “Let me

kitchen, Louis, the butler, was all smiles. “The ingredients have been

smiled

for many years. He knew the man’s appetite best, and that he was a foodie and a picky eater, which was

salty or too sweet; or too spicy

troublesome, and Western food was

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