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.”

down in front of her. She naturally took it

aside and dried his

squinted his eyes to the warm wind and the whirring of the hairdryer, like a

groaned inwardly

like an ordinary

look like

the hairdryer away. “How’s pasta

and propped up his jaw,

the man’s lips. “You’ll

pulled her into his arms. “The thought of not being able to eat Mrs.

I am.” Ashlyn nudged him and said coyly, “Let

an apron and entering the kitchen, Louis, the butler, was

Ashlyn smiled in

Lucas for many years. He knew the man’s appetite best, and that he was a foodie

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

too troublesome, and Western

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