After a deep kiss, Xyla Quest paused and pulled her rosy cheeks away from his. She panted heavily as she looked at him. “Hubby, I’m here to tell you something…”
“It’s okay… We can talk about it later…” With that, Stanley Batton locked the door and lifted her effortlessly, carrying her into the adjacent resting room.
The man was entangled with his girl for a long time before he finally released her, even though he was reluctant to do so. He slowly sat up and pulled the thin white blanket over the body, casually smoking while leaning against the bedhead. On the other hand, Xyla could barely move her exhausted body. Using her last bit of energy, she rolled over and glowered at the man’s flawless features. “Stanley Batton, you’re so annoying!”
“That’s not what you said just now.” A tint of mischief flashed across his eyes.
Upon hearing that, Xyla’s heart tightened instantaneously. Her veins caught on fire, and her blood was boiling frantically. “You… Shameless…”
“I thought you had something to tell me just now? What was it?” Stanley asked, blowing wisps of smoke into the cool air.
Their eyes met amidst the smoke.
Rolling her eyes at the man again, Xyla sat up on the bed and grabbed her clothes from the floor. She dressed quickly while answering him, “I just wanted to thank you in person… Thanks for helping Josh Batton.”
Xyla had just gotten her nails done recently. The long nails had made fastening buttons laborious for her. It took her a long time to fasten one small button. Noticing her struggle, Stanley pulled her onto his lap right away and held the cigarette with his lips, doing up her blouse in earnest.
“Are you a kid? A kid should know how to do up his shirt too.” Stanley chastised her though his tone only expressed love and fondness.
“Do I look like I don’t know how to do it? It’s just my long nails,” rebuked Xyla.
“Don’t do your nails anymore in the future,” Stanley said.
“I have to. My fingers are ugly if I don’ t get a manicure.” Xyla insisted.
“You look good no matter what.”
“Stanley…”
“Yes, honey?”
“I’m thirsty.”
“Okay, I’ll get some water for you.”
Hearing that his dear wife was thirsty, he sped up and put her down on the bed after all the buttons on her blouse were perfectly fastened. Then, he put on his shirt, poured a cup of water, and brought it to her mouth.
Xyla did not have to take the cup from him. The man was feeding her the whole time as if she was the most precious little princess.
After emptying the cup, Stanley threw the disposable cup into the trash can and got up from the bed. He pinched her face dotingly before leaving the room. “I’m going to work. Wait for me here, okay?”
“I’m going back to my office,” Xyla said.
There was still a pile of work waiting for her in the office.
Stanley brought his wristwatch to her eyes and tapped on it a couple of times. “Are you sure? Look at the time.”
Xyla’s jaw hit the floor the moment she caught sight of the time. Initially, she wanted to come here to express her gratitude. She was going to leave after sitting for a while.
Who knew she would stay here for hours.
Stanley peeked at his watch again. It was already five o’clock.
“Forget it… I’ll settle the work at home.” Xyla sighed helplessly.
“Good girl, I’ll go to work first. Have a rest.” He leaned over to kiss her forehead.
With that, he turned away from her and left the room. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving a chilly sense of ambiguity in the air.
Xyla placed a pillow behind her waist and continued to lean against the wall. She logged onto her Twitter account and started to scroll through the trending list. The hot topics about Josh Batton were still all over the list.
The top ten hot topics were either about Josh Batton, or about Shawn Gilbert and his father. The comments scolding Shawn and his father were getting harsher and harsher too.
Suddenly, the hot topic on the eleventh place had caught her eyes. It was about her.
