His reply was simple, ‘Okay.’

***

Stanley Batton drove home in his black Bentley Arnage.

As soon as he reached home, he headed straight to the kitchen to find Xyla Quest.

Xyla was dressed in a white housecoat and a white apron on the outside. She was washing vegetables at the sink when Stanley walked into the kitchen.

She had styled her hair into a casual low ponytail with a green ribbon, looking cute and amicable.

Xyla’s soft lips instantly stretched into a genuine smile at the sight of her beloved husband. “Hubby, you’re back.”

Stanley walked up to her and washed his hands. Voluntarily and without warning, he picked up the vegetables and started washing them, taking over Xyla’s task. “Yeah.”

“Honestly, you don’t have to come back to help me. I can do it myself.” Xyla tilted her head and gazed at the man’s stunning face.

“Are you sure you want to cook for the whole family alone? That sounds tiring to me.”

“Nah, it’s not a big deal.”

Stanley did not argue and continue