“Here with a friend?” asked Stanley.

Xyla nodded. “Yeah.”

“Is it the one who fought with you the last time? Or…?”

“Yeah.”

“Then, don’t stay out too late. Call me if anything happens,” he urged, showing no emotional disturbance in his eyes.

Xyla nodded, wondering if this fake husband of hers was being too concerned for her. Why did she get a feeling that he was like her real husband?

“Alright. Five Batton, you do know that we’re just pretending, right?” said Xyla as she searched his eyes.

“Yeah,” he responded calmly.

“That’s good then,” she replied.

Saying nothing else, he moved his long legs to head outside. His back profile was more striking and dazzling compared to models.

Suddenly remembering something, Xyla quickly jogged after him. The chilly north wind was blowing outside. Having abruptly come out from a warm place, the stark difference in temperature made her shudder before her body got used to the cold.

Just then, a black Honda stopped at the entrance of th