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

tossed the towel aside and dried his

eyes to the warm wind and the whirring

inwardly once

like an ordinary loving young

even look like

hairdryer away. “How’s pasta for

bed and propped up his

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

arms. “The thought of not being able to eat Mrs. Nolan’s food from now

am.” Ashlyn nudged him

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

smiled in

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

that it was either too salty or

troublesome, and

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