He had seen too many women who proactively court men who drove luxurious cars.
Stunned by his aura, the flirtatious smile on the beautiful woman’s face froze.
However, she was reluctant to give up. Such a wealthy and magnificent man was every girl’s dream!
If she could capture his heart, she would be set for the rest of her life.
“Don’t be that way, Handsome, give me a hand,” the beauty said coquettishly.
He remained apathetic. Without another word, he quietly took out a pair of white medical gloves from the dashboard, got out swiftly, pulled the passenger car door open, and pulled the woman out.
After that, he removed the gloves and tossed them into the trash can together with the antibacterial wipe.
Everything was done swiftly.
Subsequently, he turned to leave. The beauty was exasperated as she kept stomping her feet. “What gives? Am I, Fanny Mitchell, poisonous? Why do you have to wear gloves to touch me? What a weirdo!”
Having said that, she rolled her eyes.
Stanley proceeded to enter the restaurant.
Upon entry, he had attracted countless gazes of the patrons inside. The women got excited and started discussing if he was a celebrity and whether he was from Country Z or Country H.
However, no matter how heated the gazes around him were, he paid them no mind and spared them not even a glance.
When Xyla entered the restaurant, she coincidentally saw Stanley about to go upstairs.
She quickly jogged over and smiled. “I thought I was early, but who knew that you are just as early as me.”
There were still twenty minutes left until the appointed time.
“Yeah.” He stopped, answering faintly.
His cold gaze inadvertently fell on her right leg, noticing that her shoelace was undone. Then, he squatted down to tie the loose lace.
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