Xyla Quest lost all her good habits ever since she got together with Stanley Batton because he would handle everything for her under any circumstances and at any time. She never had to worry about these things.

She felt she could do anything before he came into her life, but now, she had lost the ability to do anything except for making money.

She'd come to depend on him in their daily lives, constantly waiting for him to prepare everything for her.

This kind of dependency gave her a sense of security, and she'd become addicted to it.

Presently, Stanley led her into a western restaurant on a cruise ship, strolling through a brightly lit deck.

Red roses decorated its path, making it seem like a garden in her dreams.

A gentle breeze blew against her face, carrying the fragrant scent of roses, making her feel at ease.

The deck was devoid of people, and even the dining tables were empty, making it appear unusually spacious.

"This is wonderful," Xyla said happily as she peered around. "There isn't anyone else here. We can have the entire place to ourselves." "Silly girl, I booked the entire place," Stanley said with a smile.

"I see."

unsurprised that her husband would reserve the entire restaurant. It

at a square table with a white

had intricate utensils and empty wine glasses set on

breeze and flowers, Xyla felt as if she

beamed at Stanley. "Thank you,

before that you don't have to thank me for anything," he replied. "Everything I do is what a husband should do. But I'm glad you

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attired

and aerated wine to

table.

waiters turned

served were all

included a

truffle spaghetti, fruits-and-vegetable salad, and pan-seared foie

she saw the dishes, feeling even more ravenous than

gingerly picked

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