NovelEnglishStanley Batton seemed to be separated from the rest by an invisible barrier despite being surrounded by people.
When the reporters spotted him, they immediately launched a series of questions- "Mr. Batton, I have a question for you. How do you feel about your wife's recent accomplishment?" "Mr. Batton, you must be ecstatic! Can I ask if Ms. Quest faced many difficulties in the process of creating this medicine?" "Mr. Batton, can I ask if Ms. Quest decided on the cost price on her own or if you both decided on it together?" "Mr. Batton, are you here to congratulate your wife on her success?" "Mr. Batton, how do you feel about your wife driving up your company's stock price?" Stanley halted in his tracks when he heard the last question.
Turning around slowly, he looked at the female reporter who asked the question.
She stood in front of the crowd with a hopeful look in her eyes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe moment their eyes met, she was captivated by his gaze, her heart hammering in excitement.
Stanley Batton was looking at her.
The most handsman was looking at her! Was he going to answer her question? He made a hasty approach toward her and elegantly grasped the microphone she was holding. "I think my wife is outstanding." The female reporter froze when she heard this, her mind going blank as she lost her focus on his answer. How could someone look so good? Why was she feeling such intense emotions? Stanley was capable of charming her pants off even by just standing there and uttering a few simple words. "Mr. Batton, how do you feel right now?" a male reporter next to her asked.
Stanley then switched his attention to him. "I feel happy and proud to have married an outstanding wife like Xyla." "Mr. Batton, do you drink milk tea?" The previously frazzled female reporter tried to regain her composure as she asked a completely unrelated question. "It's for my wife." "You must have queued for a long tfor it," the female reporter went on.
"Yeah, but Xyla likes milk tea. I didn't have much of a choice, right?" Stanley stated.
The reporter was speechless.
Stanley was the perfect husband! Who wouldn't want to have him as their husband? After that, Stanley handed the microphone back to her before resuming his walk inside the building.
Her hand trembled slightly when she accepted the microphone, knowing that he had touched it shortly before. His presence lingered upon it.
She had to treasure it and keep it safely at home.
After he left, the reporters began talking among themselves— "Mr. Batton is a handsand He's practically rolesband. He's plaet loving for the men of this generation."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"The most startling part is how loyal. he is. I've never heard about any gossip between him and another woman. It's always been about him and his wife."
"He can't help it, though. Xyla deserves his love. I'm a guy, and s love, Iwould adore her too." "I've got to write an article to tell the world about how amazing Mr. Batton is." Stanley remained oblivious to what they were talking about.
He headed straight for the elevator upon entering the building.
When the two receptionists saw Stanley, they instantly bowed greeted him, becoming excitandet they as watched him leave.
Although he was a frequent visitor, they still couldn't remain calm whenever he cby.
After all, he was too good-looking.
Words weren't enough to describe how wonderful a man Stanley was.
He took the private elevator to Xyla's floor and walked into her office with the cup of milk tea in his hands. X
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