His reply was simple, 'Okay.' *** Stanley Batton drove hin his black Bentley Arnage.
As soon as he reached home, he headed straight to the kitchen to find Xyla Quest.
Xyla was dressed in a white housecoat and a white apron on the outside. She was washing vegetables at the sink when Stanley walked into the kitchen.
She had styled her hair into a casual low ponytail with a green ribbon, looking cute and amicable.
Xyla's soft lips instantly stretched into a genuine smile at the sight of her beloved husband. "Hubby, you're back." Stanley walked up to her and washed his hands. Voluntarily and without warning, he picked up the vegetables and started washing them, taking over Xyla's task. "Yeah." "Honestly, you don't have to cback to help me. I can do it myself." Xyla tilted her head and gazed at the man's stunning face.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Are you sure you want to cook for the whole family alone? That sounds tiring to me." "Nah, it's not a big deal." Stanley did not argue and continued to wash the vegetables.
His consideration warmed Xyla's heart.
Her husband always gave her the top priority regardless of the tof day. She was just like a spoiled little princess under his love and care.
"By the way, where's Grandpa? How che didn't cback with you?" Xyla asked as she scanned the house. "He went to meet an old friend," answered Stanley.
"Oh, okay. Lethelp you cut the vegetables." Xyla offered to help.
"Sure. Be careful, alright?" "I will." Xyla planned to make lemon chicken. Hence, she took the cleaned lemons from the sink and placed them on the cutting board, carefully slicing them.
She had only managed to cut two slices of lemon before the doorbell rang. Ding dong... Ding dong...
Xyla immediately put down the knife, cleaned her hands with the apron, and then rushed to the smart door viewer.
Seeing that it was Sharon Lindt and Catherine Batton on the screen, she opened the door without further ado. "Mom, Catherine, why are you guys here so early?" Xyla was overjoyed.
"Of course, we're here to help you! How are you going to cook for the whole family on your own? Do you want to die of exhaustion?" Sharon and Catherine entered the house hand in hand and changed into slippers.
Once again, Xyla felt touched. "My husband is back, and he's already helping me. Make yourself at hwhile waiting for us. I mentioned that I'm treating you guys to dinner, right? Since dinner is on me, how can I trouble you to helpout?" "Nah, I don't care if dinner is on you or me... Get srest, alright. Stan, Catherine, and I will prepare the meal." Sharon dragged Xyla to the living room and forced her onto the couch. SEAR*ch the FindNøvelwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
"That's it. Sit down and watch the TV. I'm going to the kitchen," Sharon babbled on, not giving Xyla a chance to speak.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmXyla could feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Mom... Please don't..." "I'm going to be mad if you try to stopagain," Sharon warned.
Catherine grinned mischievously. "Sister-in-law, you'd better listen to Chaner listento Mom. You have no chance to work N When Mom, Fifth Brother, and I are around." Subsequently, Sharon and Catherine followed the splashes of Stanley washing vegetables and headed to the kitchen.
The two of them paused at the kitchen door and turned to glance at Xyla. "Watch the TV and be a good girl. Do you hear me?" Xyla managed a helpless nod.
At that instance, she felt like the whole Batton family spoiled her instead of her husband alone.m Everyone in the Batton family was incredibly nice to her, as if she was a valuable treasure. "I'll do it myself. The two of you should join Xyla," Stanley said.
"No way." Sharon insisted. She washed her hands with Catherine and began to help him out.
The three of them worked harmonically in the kitchen. On the other hand, Xyla-who was forbidden to enter the kitchen had nothing to do, so she logged onto Honor of Kings and started playing games. Buzz buzz buzz... Halfway through the game, her phone vibrated, and an unfamiliar number popped up on the screen.