“…” Xyla Quest was at a loss for words suddenly.

“I’ll pay attention next time. What are we having for dinner?” Stanley Batton changed the subject smoothly.

“What do you want to eat? I’ll make it,” Xyla said. She seemed completely unaware of the wound on her hand.

Stanley had never met a girl like her from a wealthy family who was nowhere close to being effeminate.

“What do you want to eat?” Stanley asked.

“I’m fine with anything. Just tell me what you want. I’ll make it,” Xyla repeated.

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