"No wonder! This restaurant is pretty awesome," Xyla Quest declared.

"I invited him to come," Stanley Batton told her.

"Oh, impressive! I like his food."

He then took a bite of a piece of medium-rare beef.

"Do you?" he asked, lowering his gaze to cut a piece of beef before feeding it to her.

"Yeah, I do," she nodded with a smile, chewing in contentment.

"That's settled, then. I'll hire the chef to work at our house from now on," he decided.

"Let's not," she said hastily. "You know I'm not used to having too many strangers in the house."

"In that case, forget it. I'll learn a few things from this chef and do the cooking from now on."

"Okay, but I think my husband is better than any Michelin star chef," she teased.

She wasn't lying.

Stanley's cooking skills were indeed on par with Michelin star chefs.

He had improved by leaps and bounds after lots of practical cooking experience.

grinning at

a man who didn't like to be praised by his wife, and

she insisted. "You're the best. You don't need to learn

skills. How else will I make you gain weight, hmm?"

but frown when she heard the dreaded

he chuckled as he fed her another piece of

Xyla, only displaying his soft and affectionate side in

to them felt

knew Stanley adored his wife,

he

realize the extent of it.

act

of

tomorrow?" Xyla asked softly with her chin resting

became even more apparent since she met her

finally believed a proverb that said a good husband would create an increasingly gentle

her like a child, and that was exactly what Stanley did

for her plate of

proceeding

cut it into bite-sized

head out into the ocean in the

dinner by the beach and

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