Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)
Chapter 156

"Here with a friend?" asked Stanley.

Xyla nodded. "Yeah."

"Is it the one who fought with you the last time? Or...?"

"Yeah."

"Then, don't stay out too late. Call me if anything happens," he urged, showing no emotional disturbance in his eyes.

Xyla nodded, wondering if this fake husband of hers was being too concerned for her. Why did she get a feeling that he was like her real husband?

"Alright. Five Batton, you do know that we're just pretending, right?" said Xyla as she searched his eyes.

"Yeah," he responded calmly.

"That's good then," she replied.

Saying nothing else, he moved his long legs to head outside. His back profile was more striking and dazzling compared to models.

Suddenly remembering something, Xyla quickly jogged after him. The chilly north wind was blowing outside. Having abruptly come out from a warm place, the stark difference in temperature made her shudder before her body got used to the cold.

Just then, a black Honda stopped at the entrance of the bar. Right before her eyes, Stanley got into it. She could vaguely see the three others she met earlier inside the car. The one driving was Sebastian Brenand.

"Wait..." she called out, hurrying over and tapping on the window.

Stanley quickly lowered the window and looked at her. "What's up?"

The other three occupants of the vehicle exchanged meaningful glances.

"I have something to say to you. Come outside," said Xyla.

Stanley closed the window and got out.

The gentle glow of the streetlight fell onto their heads, elongating their shadows. Seated in the front passenger seat, Henry secretly lowered the window a little and pressed his ear on the glass, trying to eavesdrop.

"What is it?" asked Stanley.

"I wanted to tell you that since your elbow is getting better, you can reduce the medication used when you soak your arm. Just put in two-thirds of the original recipe. And stop consuming the painkillers. If the pain is tolerable, try not to take the painkillers. It's not good for the body," urged Xyla. Her tone was soft enough to melt ice.

He nodded. "Okay. Is there anything else?"

"Yeah. There's something I'd like to ask you."

"Shoot."

Xyla's expression became solemn. "Did you tell them about our deal? Otherwise, why would Sebastian call me Sister-in-law?"

"I didn't exactly tell them," replied Stanley.

Xyla felt mildly irritated. Her defined eyebrows pinched together as she asked, "What do you mean?" "Sebastian just happened to see one of the messages you sent me," he explained with a serious face.

"Why didn't you hide your phone?" asked Xyla.

Stanley held a hand to his forehead, feeling helpless. "Yeah, it's my fault."

Xyla looked worried. "Then, what do we do now? Are their lips sealed?"

"Relax, no one dares to breathe a word about it," Stanley assured. "Really?"

"Yeah."

Xyla let out a helpless sigh. "Alright then. I'll trust you for now."

"Are you angry?" His eyes searched hers.

Xyla shook her head. "No."