Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)
Chapter 2232

Xyla Quest lost all her good habits ever since she got together with Stanley Batton because he would handle everything for her under any circumstances and at any time. She never had to worry about these things.

She felt she could do anything before he came into her life, but now, she had lost the ability to do anything except for making money.

She'd come to depend on him in their daily lives, constantly waiting for him to prepare everything for her.

This kind of dependency gave her a sense of security, and she'd become addicted to it.

Presently, Stanley led her into a western restaurant on a cruise ship, strolling through a brightly lit deck.

Red roses decorated its path, making it seem like a garden in her dreams.

A gentle breeze blew against her face, carrying the fragrant scent of roses, making her feel at ease.

The deck was devoid of people, and even the dining tables were empty, making it appear unusually spacious.

"This is wonderful," Xyla said happily as she peered around. "There isn't anyone else here. We can have the entire place to ourselves." "Silly girl, I booked the entire place," Stanley said with a smile.

"I see."

Her eyes glistened, unsurprised that her husband would reserve the entire restaurant. It was precisely the kind of thing he would do.

Holding hands, they sat at a square table with a white tablecloth by the railing.

It had intricate utensils and empty wine glasses set on top.

Surrounded by sea breeze and flowers, Xyla felt as if she was in heaven.

Resting her chin in one hand, she beamed at Stanley. "Thank you, Honey. I really like this arrangement."

"I've told you before that you don't have to thank me for anything," he replied. "Everything I do is what a husband should do. But I'm glad you like it." Her smile gradually widened.

Then, a violinist approached and

started playing while formally attired waiters brought various delicious

dishes and aerated wine to th

table.

After serving them, the waiters turned around to leave respectfully.

The scrumptious-looking dishes served were all her favorites.

The spread included a black

steak, matsutake corn chowder, black truffle spaghetti, fruits-and-vegetable salad, and pan-seared foie gras.

Her stomach rumbled when she saw the dishes, feeling even more ravenous than before.

Stanley gingerly picked up a

het

half-filled decanter and elegantly poured them a glass of wine each before raising his glass as a toast to his wife.

"Cheers, Honey," he said with a tender gaze.

The moon and stars were glowing tonight, and even the lighting on the cruise ship seemed unusually soft. Everything seemed too incredible for words, and even her husband seemed particularly perfect on this night.

At that moment, all she wanted was to grow old with Stanley.

Returning his smile, she raised her glass and gently clinked it against his glass before taking a sip of wine. Then, she picked up her utensils and began to eat the food in front of her in her usual graceful manner. Not only did the food look good, but it also tasted great, pleasing her immensely.

The chef obviously had the culinary skills of a Michelin star chef.

"Is the food good?" Stanley asked.

Xyla nodded slightly. "Yes. The chef is amazing. Everything tastes as if cooked by a Michelin star chef." "You're right, he is one."