"I envy Xyla. She's constantly missed by so many handsome men."

"I envy Xyla, too. In fact, I'm a little jealous of her."

"All the handsome guys I like are associated with Xyla in one way or another. She is so lucky."

These days, Xyla would only briefly go through comments on the internet.

She would never take them too seriously.

After browsing around for a while, Xyla closed the topic and turned her attention to current news.

Approximately an hour later, Stanley Batton came out from the bathroom, fresh from his shower.

He dried his hair with a towel, letting his black hair naturally fall against his face. There was a laid-back vibe to his overall look.

Stanley had nothing on except for a white bath towel, baring his perfectly sculpted body for her to see.

He looked lean even with clothes on, but now, his fit physique was even more apparent. Despite seeing him naked countless times, Xyla still couldn't resist the temptation. Stanley approached his wife slowly, his expression instantly softening from his usual one of indifference. "What would you like to eat?"

side-ups, a salad, and an egg-and-ham sandwich,"

just woken up, and she wanted

get it prepared," he

nodded. "Thank

you," he answered before leaving

he'd left, Xyla leisurely got up and entered

makeup before making her way to her huge closet. She chose a long, white, knitted blouse that covered her belly. There was an even longer white

looked very much

any weight despite being expectant, so her pregnancy had not

still looked exactly like how she used to before becoming

laced hems also made

was fine, Xyla chose another

upper body and slightly

looked flattering in

exposed

putting on a white wool laced hat, Xyla selected a pair of white

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