Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)
Chapter 693

She did not know when it started, but Stanley Batton would always be the one preparing the meals as long as they were at home.

He would also wash the dishes after they had their meals and did all the other household chores.

Everything was contrary to what they had agreed to when they first moved into this house.

In the past, both of them would divide the chores equally.

However, the situation had changed as time crept by. He was now in charge of all the heavy work.

The man seemed to be accustomed to their current lifestyle too. He would automatically settle everything for his girl, spoiling her like a little princess.

Xyla Quest had also gotten used to it.

She was used to being pampered by him every day.

She was used to having her man to take charge of all the household chores.

No matter how tough the real world was, she would always be his baby girl in this house.

Whenever she returned to their home, he would welcome her with his warm embrace.

Likewise, no matter how ruthless and cold the man was when he was outside, he would always reveal his most gentle side when he set foot into this house.

He could put on a suit and tie and turn into the fiercest leopard in the jungle, wandering around the cruel business world with ease.

Conversely, he could also take off his suit and put on an apron for her, patiently brewing her favorite soup in the kitchen.

He had always been an indifferent and cruel man to the outsiders.

Nevertheless, he saved the warmest side of him for her.

After washing her face, Xyla put on some light makeup.

She chose a pale-cherry lipstick color to give her lips a healthy glow before changing into a clean and tidy business girl outfit.

She matched her white blouse with a light pink high-waisted slim cut skirt. Her light pink suit was rather well-fitting, perfectly accentuating her figure and her tiny waist.

The hem of her pink skirt lay between her thighs and her knees, showing off her skinny and straight legs effortlessly.

Putting on a pair of matching pink high heels and tying her hair into a neat high ponytail, Xyla went downstairs refreshed.

At this moment, Stanley was setting up the cutlery in front of the dining table.

There were two bowls of steaming seafood noodles, two cups of orange milkshake, and a small plate of salad on the table.

It was a simple meal, but his presence had made it extra special.

Steak and king crab were nothing compared to the bowl of fine noodles he made.

Xyla's legs were undeniably sexy. There was no fat on them. They swayed appealingly as her soles moved upon the glossy tiles. When Stanley lifted his head, the first thing that caught his sight was her legs, followed by her slender waist, and her fairy-like face.

A strong desire surged within the man when he thought of the images of them just now.

"Wow... the noodles look delicious," Xyla cheerfully walked up to him and said.

As soon as she finished her sentence, Stanley hugged her tightly from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder. He was constantly rubbing her earlobe with the tip of his nose while gritting his teeth. “I wouldn't have let you step out of this house today without 'doing it' if not for the fact that you're tired."

Xyla smelled danger the moment he said that. Immediately, she pushed him away somewhat coldly though the rosiness on her cheeks gave her away. She sat down sheepishly. "Get yourself together, Stanley Batton. Be a man, Stanley Batton."

A flicker of a smile played across Stanley's face as he sank into the chair next to her. Tenderness overflowed his eyes like a fountain. "Xyla..."

Xyla raised her head and met his eyes.

For a second, she felt like she was about to drown in his eyes.

"Hmm?"

"Do you love me?"

Xyla's face grew redder and redder. "What about you? Do you love me?"

Stanley rarely told her that he loved her.

However, he had expressed his love for her through actions.

Sometimes, it was not necessary for us to tell someone how much we loved them.

To understand a man, one should look at what he had done for them instead of listening to what he said. Actions always spoke louder than words.