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.”

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

tossed the towel aside and dried his hair with

to the warm wind and the whirring of the hairdryer, like a

groaned inwardly once

like an

even look

done.” Ashlyn put the hairdryer away.

his side on the bed and propped up his jaw, staring into the

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

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

here is no worse at it than I am.” Ashlyn

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

smiled in

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

it was either too salty or too sweet; or too

troublesome, and Western food