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.”

and sat down in front of her. She naturally took it and started

she tossed the towel aside and

eyes to the warm wind and the whirring of the

groaned inwardly once

look like an ordinary loving

this even look

put the hairdryer away. “How’s pasta for

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

kiss the man’s lips. “You’ll

of not

am.” Ashlyn

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

smiled in

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

always complain that it was either too salty or too sweet; or

and Western food was

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