Upon entering, Xyla led Stanley upstairs and pushed open the door of the first bedroom. It was just as extravagant as the first floor.
French windows occupied an entire wall of the room. And there were many other glorious features, such as a large open balcony, a comfortable king-size bed, a large closet that occupied another wall, a high-end desktop, and more. The bedsheet and pillow covers were a dark blue color-this color coordination made the room feel grander and classier.
“How is it? Do you like it? I picked out the bed covers for you last night. They’re all new. If you don’t like the colors, you can switch it out. There are many other sets in the closet. I moved the computer over from next door. It has the best specs configuration. If you like to play games, it’ll definitely give you a whole new gaming experience,” said Xyla.
“Yeah, I like it,” said Stanley faintly. He could tell that she had put a lot of effort into decorating the room.
“That’s good then. That’s the toilet. It’s linked with the bathroom,” Xyla added, pointing to the washroom.
“Okay.”
Xyla gestured to the right with her thumb. “My room is beside yours. If there’s anything you need, you can come and look for me.”
Stanley’s eyes remained emotionless. “Okay.”
“Since we’ll be living together from now on, there are a few things I’d like to brief you on. Come and sit down. ”
As she spoke, Xyla casually sat on the sofa beside the french window. Stanley said nothing, but walked calmly over to the sofa opposite her and sat down, keeping quiet as he waited for her to speak.
One by one, Xyla laid out the ground rules of their cohabitation.
“While we’re living together, we don’t get involved with each other, and we do not disturb each other unless necessary. You can think of our relationship as that of friends staying in the same hotel. If you have any problems, you can look for me and I’ll try to help if I can.”
“I hope you won’t bring strangers over because I don’t like that.”
“You can use everything in the house but remember to put them back in their place after you’re done.”
Xyla explained everything in a serious manner, while Stanley listened carefully without saying a word. These requests were reasonable, so he could accept them.
“You can accept these, right?” asked Xyla.
“Yeah.” As usual, he was a man of few words.
“Is there anything you’d like to add? If you have any requests of me, you can bring it up,” Xyla asked patiently.
“I don’t have any requests of you,” replied Stanley.
Xyla continued, “Alright then. We’ll keep living together under this agreement for a year, until I’ve fulfilled my three-year agreement with my master, and successfully divorced that husband of mine.”
“Aren’t you curious about your husband?” asked Stanley, intrigued.
“Previously, after I got married, I would sometimes be curious about how he looked, and wondered why this guy was reluctant to show his face from the moment we got our marriage certification until now. Even if he wasn’t interested in me, he didn’t have to hide his face from me, right? We could have openly discussed things. In fact, I’ve even considered that he might be a disabled person. That he was blind, deaf, mute, and immobile, so he can’t meet me.”
“Or, perhaps he was exceptionally ugly, so he didn’t have the courage to meet anybody. Or maybe, he’s comatose, so he married me trying to counter the bad luck. But it ended up fruitless, so he’s still in bed,” Xyla analyzed thoughtfully.
Stanley was speechless. This woman had a great imagination.
