My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 6

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. NôvelDrama.Org © content.

“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.