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."

would reserve the entire restaurant. It was precisely the kind of thing he

sat at a square table with a white tablecloth

intricate utensils and empty wine

Xyla

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

I do is what a husband should do. But I'm glad you like it." Her

violinist approached

formally attired

and aerated wine

table.

serving them, the waiters

dishes served

included

black truffle spaghetti, fruits-and-vegetable salad,

when she saw the dishes,

picked up

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