Chapter 137

When the door was opened, a welcoming little home with a simple design came into view.

There was not a speck of dust visible in Stanley Batton’s home. Everything was arranged according to size and height in an orderly manner.

Xyla Quest could tell that he was a very organized person in life.

Coupled with Stanley’s behavior during their meals, Xyla was sure that he had hints of an obsessive-compulsive disorder.

In fact, he may even be a neat freak.

Xyla put on a pair of slippers before lifting the edge of her dress slightly and looking around the living room.

“Where’s your kitchen?” She asked.

“Over there…” Stanley pointed at the kitchen as he spoke.

Xyla immediately took out the Chinese medicinal herbs and brought them into the kitchen.

“What do you need? Let me help you…” Stanley followed her into the kitchen.

“Nothing at all. All I need is this pot,” Xyla said as she pointed at a white pot on the kitchen top.

After that, she opened the packs of Chinese medicinal herbs before placing

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