After walking around, Stanley Batton soon bought all the ingredients that Xyla Quest liked.

Finally, he walked over to the section that sold fruits. When he was selecting fruits, he gave Xyla a call. “Honey, what fruits would you like?”

When he made the call, his expression was incomparably gentle. The coldness on his face melted away.

His long, slender hand with distinct bones naturally moved past the exquisitely packaged oranges. Every move looked as enticing as a scene in a film.

When the