“No,” Xyla Quest replied.

“In that case, I’ll continue cooking. Call me whenever you need me,” Stanley Batton said.

“Okay.”

He then made his way back to the kitchen.

Xyla’s teammates could hear their conversation as the microphone picked up everything, even the audience on Alex's livestream channel unbeknownst to them.

On the livestream channel—

“Stanley is so considerate in his private life.”

“Ahh, I’m so jealous of their romance.”

“He still needs to cook for his wife at home despite being a powerful man, haha!”

“Good husbands always belong to other people! Sob!”

“I feel like Stanley is Xyla’s slave. How can such a good husband exist?”

“They’re the best couple in the world. Xyla is the luckiest woman alive. I want to become her. Nobody stops me!”

Meanwhile, Xyla remained oblivious to the comments made.

Completely engrossed with the game, Xyla had no idea how many people were envious of her or how many women wished to become Mrs. Stanley Batton right then.

Everyone was