“What brings you here?” Xyla Quest asked.
“You, of course. I was looking at the time, and I guessed you should be done with the statement by now.”
“Didn’t the doctor say that you should rest more these few days?” Xyla nagged.
“Look at me. Do I look like I need a good rest?” Stanley joked.
“You have to listen to the doctor no matter… Mmphfm…”
Before she could even finish her sentence, Stanley gave her a long, lingering kiss.
Xyla’s heart began to hammer against her chest. Blush seared through her cheeks, all the way to her neck.
There was an endless stream of cars in front of the police station, but he paid them no notice as usual. His kiss was fearless and addictive.
Xyla immediately recollected herself and pushed him away. Her face was all red as she subconsciously looked around her. “Are you crazy? Many people are looking at us!”
“Let them watch then… Alright, get in the car. We’d better get going…” Stanley smiled at her dotingly. He held her hand, walked her to the other side of the car, and opened the door for her.
Xyla rolled her eyes at him grumpily before getting into the passenger seat.
Smirking mischievously, Stanley closed the door for her and got into the car from the other side.
He started the car and floored the pedal. The black Bentley Arnage zoomed ahead, blending into the flow of traffic in the very next second.
“Let’s go to the supermarket to buy some food first. We’ll have dinner at Dad’s place tonight. I’m planning to stay overnight, too. What do you think?” Stanley suggested.
Once again, his thoughtfulness warmed Xyla’s heart.
She knew that Stanley was worried that her father could not get over the past and start to imagine things in the middle of the night.
He was afraid that her father would feel lonely too.
Xyla nodded lightly. “Sure. Hubby, thanks for being so considerate.”
Stanley stretched his arm and ruffled her hair fondly. “Silly girl. That’s what I’m supposed to do.”
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