“Such a handsome person, how is he not presentable? He’s even more handsome than Tom.”
“Mary was just rambling on how ugly Xyla’s husband was, but now she’s throwing herself at him instead. Isn’t she just shooting herself in the foot?”
Suddenly, many people started discussing the newcomer and how they were dissing his appearance before.
The moment these words entered their ears, Emily, Mary, May, Emily’s aunt, and five of Emily’s bridesmaids felt like they had been slapped hard in the face. They all wanted to bury themselves in the ground!
Emily’s aunt immediately gasped before dragging her husband along and fled.
Mary, too, turned and ran. She was too embarrassed to stay here any longer.
As for Tom, he was now seething with anger. He had thought that Xyla’s husband was really not ugly, but now he realized how wrong he was. The man was more handsome than he was…
Who knew that Xyla would still have luck with men even after leaving him.
However, he was still reluctant to give up. What was the use of him being more handsome than Torn? Was he as wealthy as Tom? All in all, Tom still felt that he had the upper hand.
As she looked at everyone’s expressions, be it the ones at her table or the entire crowd in the ballroom, the dark cloud that had resided in her heart suddenly dispersed.
Her smile grew sweeter and more dazzling. She looked at Stanley with approval in her eyes.
This Five Batton’s appearance was top notched, and definitely enough for an occasion like this. He had helped her gain enough respect for today.
By now, Jeremy, too, felt alleviated. The annoyance that he had been suppressing just now was suddenly gone. From the start, he had found this man to be extraordinarily handsome.
As his son-in-law and daughter stood together, they looked like a golden couple.
In an instant, the dissatisfaction for this son-in-law of his too had disappeared. Perhaps appearance was true justice.
Jeremy couldn’t understand what his daughter was thinking. Her husband was clearly an excellent man, but she had lied and said that he was only a friend.
After gently flicking her hair, Xyla looked at Jeremy. “Dad, I’ve brought you my husband, Stanley Batton.”
Jeremy stood up and extended his hand towards the younger man. “Hi, Stan.”
The word ‘Stan’ made Stanley raise an eyebrow a little. This nickname was quite amusing. All his life, no one had ever addressed him that way.
It sounded quite affectionate.
Stanley politely walked over to him and shook his hand. “Hi, Dad.”
After that, Xyla had him greet everybody else at the table.
After that, Xyla latched onto him once more, turning to Emily and Tom as she said, “Aren’t going to greet your brother-in-law?”
Emily spoke reluctantly, “Hello, Brother-in-law.”
“Yeah,” he replied coldly without looking at Emily.
Instead, his cold gaze fell upon Tom. “Hi, I’m Stanley Batton. Xyla’s husband.”
Tom took the initiative to extend his hand, trying to maintain his elegant image. “Hello.”
He was elegant and warm on the surface, but in fact, Tom was feeling nothing but envy and irritation!
Especially when he imagined various scenes of Xyla being intimate with this man, he wanted to tear him to shreds.
Stanley shook his hand apathetically.
Tom immediately increased the strength of his grip. Stanley remained unfazed as he too returned the favor. Flames of war immediately ignited behind the two men’s eyes.
The crowd watched on tacitly as this smokeless battle unfolded.