My One In A Million Wife

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.”

handed her the towel and sat down in front of her. She naturally took it and started drying the man’s hair

aside and dried his hair with the

his eyes to the warm wind and the whirring of

groaned inwardly once

really look like an ordinary loving young

this even look like we’re about to

hairdryer away. “How’s pasta

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

Ashlyn smiled, bending over to kiss the man’s lips. “You’ll

thought of not being able to eat

am.” Ashlyn

kitchen, Louis, the butler, was all smiles. “The ingredients have been

Ashlyn smiled

many years. He knew 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

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

troublesome, and Western food was