“Comparing only makes one angry. I suddenly want to divorce my husband…”

“Me too. My husband isn’t as rich or as attentive as Stanley. What’s the point of keeping him around?”

“I’m truly envious… there’s no greater love than this.”

“I’ve always known that he pampers his wife. Now that I’ve seen it in person, I know that he is indeed different.”

The female experts couldn’t resist talking amongst themselves again, their voices overlapping and sounding chaotic.

However, Xyla Quest could hear everything.

Without betraying any emotion, she merely smiled and continued to look at Stanley Batton. “In that case, stay here with me.”

“Okay,” Stanley replied.

“We’re all hungry. Did you bring anything to eat? I was going to ask someone up there to buy some food,” Xyla said.

“I did... someone will bring the food down later,” he stated.

“Okay.”

“You must be tired, Honey,” he said.

Xyla shook her head. “Not at all. They’re the ones who are tired.”

Her husband then looked around at every