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."

eyes glistened, unsurprised that her husband would reserve the entire restaurant. It

a square table with a white tablecloth

had intricate utensils and empty

sea breeze and flowers, Xyla felt as if she was in

hand, she beamed at Stanley. "Thank you, Honey. I really like

to thank me for anything," he replied. "Everything I do is what a husband should do. But I'm glad you like it." Her

a violinist

formally attired waiters brought

and aerated wine to

table.

the waiters turned around to

scrumptious-looking dishes served were

included

spaghetti,

the dishes, feeling even

gingerly picked

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