“Yeah, but it means I’ve done a good job, so I ought to keep it up,” Stanley Batton teased.

“Okay, I guess you can keep doing so.” Xyla Quest grinned like an idiot while she spoke, unable to identify a single flaw in her husband.

His lips curled into a smile as well. “Okay. Is there anything you’d like to eat? I can buy it for you before coming over.”

“No, there's nothing I want except for that milk tea from the store I frequent. Can you get some for me on the way?” she asked.

“Okay, sure.”

“All right, I’ve got to go. There’s something I need to sort out over here,” she told him.

“Okay.”

After that, Stanley hung up the phone.

By then, people outside the car had begun to notice him.

The women couldn’t stop staring, all seemingly captivated by him.

It seemed like they wished they could pull him up against their faces.

Every woman in the country seemed to desire a man like Stanley. One could even go as far as to say he was the type to be desired by every woman in the world.

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