Xyla Quest rubbed her belly gently, a strong sense of joy filling her heart.

Stanley Batton strolled in just as she was about to turn off the lights, attired casually in black and looking elegant and tall.

He laid down next to her after turning off the lights, his arms wrapped around her. “Why were you playing this late? Don’t you have work tomorrow?”

“I do, I just haven’t played for a long time. I couldn’t resist it,” she answered.

“Are you still a child?” Stanley sounded somewhat helpless.