“…” Xyla Quest was at a loss for words suddenly.

“I’ll pay attention next time. What are we having for dinner?” Stanley Batton changed the subject smoothly.

“What do you want to eat? I’ll make it,” Xyla said. She seemed completely unaware of the wound on her hand.

Stanley had never met a girl like her from a wealthy family who was nowhere close to being effeminate.

“What do you want to eat?” Stanley asked.

“I’m fine with anything. Just tell me what you want. I’ll make it,” Xyla repeated.

“Stay here,” Stanley said before turning around and walking toward the kitchen with a smile.

“What about your elbow?” Xyla asked.

“It’s fine,” he said.

“I’ll help you out,” Xyla said before getting up and running after him.

However, as soon as she arrived by the door, the kitchen door was shut in her face.

After that, Stanley locked the door from the other side.

“Be careful with your elbow,” Xyla said softly once she heard the clicking sound of the lock.

However, Stanley did not reply to her.

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