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

and dried his hair with

warm wind and the whirring of the hairdryer,

inwardly once

really look like an ordinary loving

does this even look like we’re

the hairdryer away. “How’s

and propped up his jaw,

kiss the man’s lips. “You’ll like it;

“The thought of not being able to

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

the butler, was all smiles. “The ingredients have been replenished in the refrigerator, Mrs.

Ashlyn smiled

and that he was a foodie

it was either too salty or too sweet; or

and Western food was too

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