My Extraordinary Wife

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.”

front of her. She naturally took it and started

towel aside and dried his hair with the

to the warm wind and the whirring of the hairdryer, like a

inwardly once

really look like an ordinary loving

this even look like we’re

Ashlyn put the hairdryer away.

on the bed and propped up his jaw, staring into the woman’s eyes. “Can I get a

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

the man suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms. “The thought of not being able to eat Mrs. Nolan’s food from now on

cook here is no worse at it than I am.” Ashlyn nudged him and said coyly,

on an apron and entering the kitchen, Louis, the butler, was all smiles. “The ingredients have been replenished in the refrigerator,

smiled

He knew the man’s appetite best, and that he was a foodie and a picky eater, which was a headache to all the cooks

too salty or too sweet; or too spicy or too

troublesome, and Western food was