Chapter 7 Abs

• 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 man handed her the towel and sat down in front of her. She naturally took it and started drying the man’s hair gently.
• Then she tossed the towel aside and dried his hair with the hairdryer.
• Lucas squinted his eyes to the warm wind and the whirring of the hairdryer, like a lazy lion.
• Ashlyn groaned inwardly once again.
• We really look like an ordinary loving young couple!
• How does this even look like we’re about to divorce?
• “All done.” Ashlyn put the hairdryer away. “How’s pasta for breakfast?”
• Lucas lay on his side on the bed and propped up his jaw, staring into the woman’s eyes. “Can I get a pancake, too?”
• “Sure.” Ashlyn smiled, bending over to kiss the man’s lips. “You’ll like it; I assure you.”
• But the man suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms. “The thought of not being able to eat Mrs. Nolan’s food from now on is a little upsetting.”
• “The cook here is no worse at it than I am.” Ashlyn nudged him and said coyly, “Let me go. I’m starving!”
• Seeing Ashlyn putting on an apron and entering the kitchen, Louis, the butler, was all smiles. “The ingredients have been replenished in the refrigerator, Mrs. Nolan.”
• “Okay.” Ashlyn smiled in return.
• Louis had been serving Lucas for 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 Nolan family.
• He would always complain that it was either too salty or too sweet; or too spicy or too sour.
• Eastern food was too troublesome, and Western food was too bland...
• Regardless of the cuisine, he wasn’t interested at all.
• He was simply ridiculously strict about what he ate.
• However, it was also such a man who insisted that he wasn’t a picky eater in the slightest.
• He would always reply “Whatever” calmly whenever the chef and nanny asked for his preference.
• His irascible and cold temper, when it came to meals, made the servants want to send him to outer space and leave him to fend for himself.
• Even though his answer was “Whatever”, once the food was served, it was almost certain that a plate or a bowl would be broken on that day and he would say, “How dare you feed me this rubbish?”
• Thus, it wasn’t easy to satisfy Lucas’ stomach.
• Louis was always worried about getting Lucas to eat more.
• As a picky eater who made people’s blood boil, he tended to fall sick easily. Stomach pains in the middle of the night were a common occurrence until he got married four years ago.
• Not only did Ashlyn have a gentle personality, but her cooking skills were also comparable to a Michelin chef. No, she was better than a Michelin chef.