NovelEnglishStanley Batton was standing at the door with a large bouquet of roses in his hand and a smile on his face.
At one glance, Xyla Quest guessed that there were probably ninety-nine roses.
The roses were in full bloom, and the colors were stunningly beautiful. On top of that, Stanley had such a handsface, and it all looked as if it belonged to a romantic movie scene.
A flowery scent filled Xyla's nostrils. She smiled. "Why did you suddenly think of buying flowers? It's such a large bouquet, too," Xyla said.
"Hmm. I passed by a florist on the way home. That's why I got it," Stanley said before passing the bouquet to Xyla.
Since it was such a large, heavy bouquet, Xyla needed to use a lot of strength to hold it firmly.
Most women liked flowers, especially roses. Xyla was not an exception.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe beautiful flowers put Xyla in a good mood.
She couldn't resist sniffing the flowers in her arms.
When Stanley saw this happening in front of him, he couldn't help but take his phone out to capture this image.
In the picture, Xyla seemed gentle and was smiling from ear to ear. The tip of her nose was only one centimeter away from the flowers.
The red roses made Xyla's face appear even fairer than usual.
Each of the roses was beautiful. Even so, none of them were as beautiful as Xyla.
Xyla was spectacular.
While Stanley looked from the picture to Xyla, he felt at peace.
It was as if thad stopped because of how gentle Xyla looked.
"Did you take a picture?" Xyla looked up at Stanley. Her eyes were glistening like a thousand stars.
The most beautiful things on earth had all ctogether, and they still weren't as pretty as Xyla's eyes. "Yeah..." Stanley said.
"Does it look good? Show me. Did you use the beautifying filter?" Xyla said.
"You don't need it," Stanley said before walking into the house and changing into slippers. He then took the roses away from Xyla. "I'll carry it... It's very heavy." Stanley was now holding the roses with one hand while he circled his other hand around Xyla's waist.
"How was the player's injury?" he asked patiently.
Xyla let out a long sigh. "He needs plenty of rest. I don't think he'll be able to take part in the competition. I've decided to substitute him for the semi-finals." "Hmm. That'll work," Stanley said.
"Are you tired?" he asked.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmXyla subconsciously leaned on Stanley's shoulder. They walked over to the couch as if they were joined at the hips. "Not too bad. I'm just a little tired. Thank you for the flowers, darling," Xyla said. "You're most welcome. It's part of my responsibility," Stanley said calmly. Still holding Xyla's hands, he placed the flowers on the coffee table and sat down.
Stanley pulled Xyla onto his lap so that they faced each other.
Xyla subconsciously wrapped her hands around his neck. "Oh, right. You haven't shownthe picture you took." Xyla was still thinking about the picture because she hadn't seen it.
She was worried that the angle at which Stanley took the picture might not have been good enough, and she might not look pretty in it.
Xyla hoped that she would always look her best, even if it were in a m photo on his phone sath Find en't website on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality. "The phone's in the pocket. Get it yourself..." Stanley said affectionately.
Xyla's heart immediately tightened.
She rolled her eyes at Stanley before reaching into his pocket with one hand while keeping her other hand around his neck. "I'll get it myself then," she said before reaching her hand into his pocket. Stanley's pocket was very deep. When her hand reached inside, she accidentally touched something she shouldn't have through the cloth.
After touching something she shouldn't have, Xyla immediately stopped moving. She quickly got off Stanley's lap and sat next to him.
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