When their eyes met, Xyla Quest felt as if her heart was on fire.

Her ears couldn’t help but turn red.

“Are you hungry?” Stanley Batton asked.

“No, but I’m feeling thirsty…” Xyla shook her head.

“What would you like to drink?”

“Lemonade.”

Without saying anything in response, Stanley stood up, walked into the kitchen, and started getting to work in front of the kitchen table.

While Xyla watched him work from behind, she felt a warm sensation in her heart.

Suddenly, Xyla thought of his sister. She got up and walked to the door of the kitchen and leaned against it as she watched him slicing a lemon intently. “How’s Catherine doing?”

Stanley glanced up at Xyla. He carefully dropped two slices of lemon into an expensive-looking acrylic crystal glass. “Yeah. She’s already been discharged from the hospital and is now resting at home.”

“Where does she live?” Xyla asked.

“In my house,” Stanley answered.

“Why don’t we let her stay with us? We can look after each other,” Xyla said.

“