The sleek black Bugatti Veyron glistened elegantly in the parking lot, attracting everyone’s attention.
While they checked out the luxury car, they also happened to witness Stanley Batton carefully applying medicated ointment on Xyla Quest.
This initiated another round of commentaries from everyone once again—
“Oh my god! Look at how gentle Mr. Batton is. See the look in his eyes?”
“We’re talking about a CEO here, aren’t we? From now on, all the male protagonists in the novels I read have his face.”
“He seems to be so cautious with her. It’s almost as if he’s looking after a baby. Our president seems so happy.”
“Honestly, that looks like a scene out of a well-made idol drama. I can’t believe it.”
“Most importantly, they look so good together even from this distance.”
“Isn’t our president so beautiful? I feel attracted even as a woman, let alone a normal man like Stanley.”
The couple under scrutiny and at the center of attention didn’t even notice anything outside the car. They only had eyes for each other.
Xyla focused on staring at his face while he painstakingly took his time to attend to her wound.
She felt surrounded by happiness and warmth by his actions rather than all the luxury items within the car.
When Stanley was done applying the medicated ointment, he retrieved a pair of single-use slippers from the glove compartment and placed them under her feet before he gingerly set her legs back down on the mat.
She felt an instant sense of relief with her heels out of the way.
High heels were aesthetically pleasing, but wearing them for prolonged periods felt awful on the feet.
Now feeling at ease, she moved her ankles around and glanced at her husband. “Hmm, that feels relaxing.”
“Aren’t flat shoes more comfortable?” he asked.
She had to agree with a nod. “Yes. Heels only look good and offer nothing else.”
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