“Isn’t that normal?” Gary Lakes rested his arm over Sebastian Brenand’s shoulders while ushering him into the bar.
“He already has a family. How could he behave like us?” Gary asked.
“I’ve never seen Stanley treating a woman like this before. Xyla truly is special… She’s something else,” Sebastian said.
“Isn’t that right?” Gary added.
After hanging the phone up, Stanley removed his earphones, put them in his pockets, and looked at Xyla. “Would you like to go out tomorrow night? ” He asked.
“Sure. But it’s a gathering between you and your friends. Would you guys feel uncomfortable if I were there?” Xyla nodded.
“No…” Stanley said.
“Alright,” Xyla nodded and said. She then continued to hold Stanley’s hand tightly.
“Oh, right. I already know Sebastian’s identity. What about Henry and Gary? Who are they?” Xyla couldn’t suppress her curiosity when she thought about these people.
“They are quite similar to Sebastian…” Stanley said.
Xyla understood instantly and didn’t press on any further.
However, she couldn’t resist complaining. “You are all from influential families, but you banded together to fool me into thinking you’re all gangsters. It was an extremely odd thing to do.”
“Sorry. We were at fault for doing that,” Stanley said apologetically.
“Tsk.” Xyla couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him. It must have been difficult for them to pretend to be gangsters when they had such powerful identities.
“To be honest, I’ve always been curious about something,” Stanley said as he shifted his gaze slowly over to Xyla. He glanced at her before he continued to look forward.
“What is it? Just say it,” Xyla said.
“What made you think I was a gangster back then?”
Stanley had been bothered by this question for a long time.
“Well, after we had sex for the first time, I overheard you talking on the phone. You said, ‘just do it’ in an icy tone. That’s why I thought…” Xyla explained.
Stanley couldn’t help but laugh out loudly. “Did you think I was ordering someone to commit murder? Was that how you ascertained the fact that I was a gangster?”
Xyla nodded. “That’s how it happened. The things you said and the tone of your voice were very misleading, didn’t you realize that? You can’t blame me for it,” she said.
“Fine, fine… I won’t blame you. It’s all because I have an awful tone of voice when I’m on the phone. I was just talking to Zack Cassidy about work back then.” Stanley had a helpless look in his eyes.
“Oh.” Xyla nodded without asking anything else.
The two of them chatted and shared their thoughts and feelings on the way home. Very soon, they arrived. Once they got inside, Xyla could feel her legs aching terribly, and she also felt exhausted all over. High heels were a woman’s most beautiful tool. However, there was a price to pay when using it to enhance one’s appearance.
After changing into slippers, Xyla felt a huge relief in her legs. The aching sensation in her toes and heels was greatly reduced. She pulled Stanley over to the couch before the two of them sat down.
“I still prefer my slippers in the house… Wearing high heels is torture for my legs,” Xyla said.
Stanley carefully placed her legs on his lap before giving her a gentle massage. “Does this feel a little better?”
Stanley was very good at giving a massage, and it instantly made her feet feel much better.
Xyla nodded with a pleasurable expression on her face. “Yeah. My husband is the best.”
“Since wearing high heels is uncomfortable, don’t wear them so much in the future,” Stanley said.
“That won’t do. High heels are an important part of my life I can’t do without,” Xyla said.
“That’s what a typical woman who prizes looks over comfort would say,” Stanley said.
“If sacrificing an acceptable level of comfort can make me look good, I’m more than willing to accept it,” Xyla said.
“I can never understand women,” Stanley said.
Xyla chuckled before casually leaning backward and resting her head against the couch’s armrest.