My One In A Million Wife

My One In A Million Wife [Ashlyn And Lucas] Chapter 7

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 7

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.”

the towel and sat down in front of her. She

the towel aside and dried his hair with the

wind and the whirring of the hairdryer, like a

groaned inwardly

really look like an ordinary

does this even look like we’re about

the hairdryer away.

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

the

“The thought of not being able to

here is no worse at it than I am.” Ashlyn nudged him and said coyly, “Let me go. I’m

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

smiled

knew the man’s appetite best, and that he was a foodie and a

that it was either too salty or too sweet; or

was too troublesome, and Western

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