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

aside and dried his hair

his eyes to the warm wind and the

groaned inwardly once

look like an ordinary loving

this even look like

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

on the bed and propped up his jaw, staring

Ashlyn smiled, bending over to kiss the man’s

of

no worse at it than I am.” Ashlyn

the butler, was all smiles.

smiled

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

was either too salty or too sweet; or too spicy or too

troublesome, and Western

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