Chapter 700


    X Quest looked in the mirror and rolled her eyes at him once more. “Well, what do you think?”


    “What?” Stanley Batton’s eyes widened, attentive, and brimming with curiosity.


    “Thanks to somebody, I’m in a hurry now, so I don’t have time to dry my hair,” blurted X grumpily.


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    “Oh.”


    “Oh? What do you mean by ‘oh’? Isn’t this your fault?” The more X thought about it, the angrier


    she got. She could not stop mumbling, “It’s all because of you, bastard.”


    He had wasted that one hour.


    If she had got out of bed one hour earlier, she would have done putting on her makeup, dressing


    up, and even finishing her lunch right now.


    In the mirror, the man’s soft lips stretched into a doting smile as he gazed at her.


    When X lifted her head, she met his smiling eyes.


    A strange tingling sensation ran down her spine instantaneously.


    There was only a white towel wrapped around his waist. Water beads were sliding down his chest,


    over the scratches she left behind, adding a tinge of sexiness to his perfect body.


    Some people did not need to do anything to catch one’s eyes. Their presence alone was enough to


    make other’s knees give in.


    Stanley was definitely one of them.


    “My bad.” The man looked at her lovingly.


    “Have you learned from your mistake?”


    Stanley nodded obediently like a devout believer. “Yes.”


    Nevertheless, even so, X clearly knew that his words were untrustable.


    “Tell me what you’ve learned.”


    “I’ve learned that I should ‘work harder’ next time so that you won’t have the energy to nag me


    anymore.” As he spoke, he inched closer and plopped his hands on the dressing table, caging X


    in his embrace. His delicate chin rested against the top of her hair, and his gentle gaze fixed upon


    her face—with only ayer of essential skincare products on—in the mirror.


    Upon hearing that, X’s cheeks instantly turned cherry-red.


    Her blush seared through her ears, all the way to her neck.


    Nice one, Stanley. What a ‘sincere’ attitude he had when he was admitting his mistakes.


    “You’re so cheeky, Stanley Batton,” X rebuked helplessly.


    “That’s rude, girl. Call me ‘hubby’.” His tone was strangelypelling.


    “Look, Stanley Batton…”


    “Hmm?” The man raised his brows. His gaze gradually became dangerous.


    X immediately surrendered. “Hubby.”


    She was aware that the man would never let her step out of the house today if she continued to


    argue with him.


    It was better for her to give up now.


    “Good girl. Hubby will help you to dry your hair.”


    Following that statement, he took the hairdryer from the dressing table and plugged it in. He


    carefully untangled the cable before drying her hair earnestly.


    Incidentally, he would give her a scalp massage.


    He ran his fingers through her ck hair, bringing her an unprecedented sense offort.


    X enjoyed his massage in silence.


    She looked in the mirror and paused at the man’s tender eyes.


    Such a gaze was only shown to her alone.


    There was no aggressiveness in them.


    X stared at him for quite some time before she came back to her senses. She continued to put


    on some foundation on her face and carefully tapped on it with a beauty egg that had been wetted


    in advance.


    When she had done putting on the base, her hair waspletely dry too.


    Picking up her eyebrow pencil, she nced at him in the mirror and said, “Thanks.”


    “What for? I’m your husband.”


    “It has to be said.”


    Stanley remained silent. He took the eyebrow pencil from her hand and studied her face. “Shall I


    draw it for you?”


    X shook her head nervously.


    She had no confidence in him at all.


    She did not want to waste any more time to redraw her eyebrows, too.


    Though, it was really romantic for a husband to help his wife to draw her brows.