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.”

of her.

and

squinted his eyes to the warm wind and the whirring

inwardly once

really look like an

look like we’re

done.” Ashlyn put the hairdryer away. “How’s pasta for

and propped up his

smiled, bending over to kiss the man’s lips.

and pulled her into his arms. “The thought of not being able to eat Mrs. Nolan’s food from

than I am.” Ashlyn nudged

on an apron and entering the kitchen, Louis, the butler, was all smiles. “The

smiled in

and that he was a foodie and a picky eater, which was a headache to all the cooks and nannies of

too salty

food was too troublesome, and Western food

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