Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)
Chapter 2233

"No wonder! This restaurant is pretty awesome," Xyla Quest declared.

"I invited him to come," Stanley Batton told her.

"Oh, impressive! I like his food."

He then took a bite of a piece of medium-rare beef.

"Do you?" he asked, lowering his gaze to cut a piece of beef before feeding it to her.

"Yeah, I do," she nodded with a smile, chewing in contentment.

"That's settled, then. I'll hire the chef to work at our house from now on," he decided.

"Let's not," she said hastily. "You know I'm not used to having too many strangers in the house."

"In that case, forget it. I'll learn a few things from this chef and do the cooking from now on."

"Okay, but I think my husband is better than any Michelin star chef," she teased.

She wasn't lying.

Stanley's cooking skills were indeed on par with Michelin star chefs.

He had improved by leaps and bounds after lots of practical cooking experience.

"Really?" he questioned, grinning at her words.

There wasn't a man who didn't like to be praised by his wife, and Stanley was no exception.

"Yes, it's true," she insisted. "You're the best. You don't need to learn from anyone."

"Even if that was true, I won't stop mastering my culinary skills. How else will I make you gain weight, hmm?" he asked teasingly.

Xyla couldn't help but frown when she heard the dreaded words. "Tsk! I don't want to gain weight."

"All right, you won't gain weight," he chuckled as he fed her another piece of beef while wearing an affectionate look in his eyes.

He was always acting this way with Xyla, only displaying his soft and affectionate side in front of her.

The violinist next to them felt envious when he saw this.

He knew Stanley adored his wife, but

he

dn't realize the extent of it. I

certainly didn't act like a

CEO in front of his wife domingoe

"Honey, where are we going tomorrow?" Xyla asked softly with her chin resting against one arm.

She'd always had a gentle temperament, and it became even more apparent since she met her husband.

She finally believed a proverb that said a good husband would create an increasingly gentle wife.

He would pamper her like a child, and that was exactly what Stanley did to her.

He reached for her plate of steak,

proceeding

cut it into bite-sized

strips for her. "We'll head out into the ocean in the morning and relax there

until noon. Then, we'll go surfing in the afternoon. We'll have dinner by the beach and then go to bed. What do you think?"

"Okay, sure."

She felt excited about their activities tomorrow.

She had worked so hard for far too long, so it was time to have some fun.

However, her excitement faded when she began to miss her children all of a sudden.

Although they had barely been apart for a day, she missed them dearly.

She wondered if the two of them missed her just as much.

Did they cry because they missed their mother?

She abruptly lost her appetite when she thought about these things and how adorable the twins looked.

Stanley could sense the direction her thoughts had taken when he saw the look in her eyes, but he kept silent.

Instead, he placed the plate of cut

steak in front of Xyla before reaching for the foie gras, repeati the process.

"Eat," he prompted as he placed the plate back before her once he was done.