There were many people around Josh Batton and Stanley Batton, but all the ladies in the room had their eyes on them.

Meanwhile, their gazes were focused on the girl downstairs.

When Catherine Batton finally got tired of dancing, she ran upstairs and stood in between the two of them. "You guys are boring. We said we would come here to dance, but none of you went down to dance. You're only watching me dance," she said with a smile and narrowed eyes.

Josh gently brushed her nose. There was a look of fondness under his shades. "Are you tired?"

After that, Josh removed a white handkerchief from his pocket before carefully wiping sweat off her face.

Catherine grabbed the handkerchief and quickly wiped her sweat off. "I'm fine... Josh, can I ask you for a favor?"

"Do you even need to ask? Just tell me," Josh answered without hesitation.

After that, he smiled gently.

"Hehe... Could you get me autographs from Jay Corben and Morty Wayne?" Catherine asked while she blinked her large, glimmering eyes.

"I could even bring you to meet them... Do you like them?" Josh was still smiling. In this messy space, his eyes seemed unusually clear.

"Yeah, I do like them. But I don't think it's necessary to meet them. Stars should stay high up in the sky. People like us should just admire them from afar. If they are too close, they'll lose the sense of mysteriousness, and will no longer be attractive. Distance makes them appear more beautiful..." Catherine said with a serious expression.

For Catherine, it was not necessary to get close to her idols even if she liked them a lot. She enjoyed admiring them from afar. When her idols performed on stage, she would silently cheer for them in the crowd. That was enough.

There were many things in life that lost their sense of wonder once someone got too close.

"You're still young, but you understand quite a lot in life..." Josh brushed her hair affectionately. After carefully thinking about it, it seemed what Catherine said made sense after all. Catherine chuckled. "Anyway, please help me get their autographs. It would be best if they signed on their pictures. Also, please look after the two of them, okay?"

"Yes, yes. I know, little princess," Josh answered gently.

Stanley didn't get involved in their conversation. Instead, he took a sip of his cocktail before opening Xyla Quest's social media page and checked what she was up to today. When he saw her posting a picture of what she had for dinner, he pressed on the 'like' button before he continued browsing other stuff.

Whatever happened around him had nothing to do with him.

***

Not having slept well the entire night, Xyla woke up the next morning feeling uncomfortable from head to toe. Her head felt extremely heavy. After taking a cold shower, she felt a little better.

Xyla changed into light blue pajamas. She then went directly downstairs and prepared to make breakfast.

Last night, Stanley was out with his girlfriend. Xyla thought he must not have returned home. Hence, she would have to make her own breakfast today.

Downstairs, sunlight lit up the living room. A strong, fragrant scent of toast wafted through the air.

It felt as if the smell could make all the bad feelings in Xyla's heart disappear.

Feeling a little surprised, she quickly entered the kitchen.

Stanley was dressed in black, silk pajamas in front of the stove while he stir-fried strips of bacon. Not even the smoke in the kitchen could make him feel any less noble. Xyla couldn't help but sigh in her mind. He really was the ideal husband, capable of dealing with everything inside and outside the kitchen.

When she thought of this, she couldn't resist feeling envious of his girlfriend.

"What are you thinking about? Why do you look so terrible?" Stanley asked when he noticed that Xyla seemed to be deep in thought.

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