Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)
Chapter 164

"On purpose?"

Stanley took a draw of the cigarette, slowly puffed out smoke, then looked calmly at her. It really was troublesome when a woman was too smart.

"Were you hoping for a chance to get a raise, so you didn't reject my father on purpose?" asked Xyla.

Stanley frowned slightly. "No."

What was that assumption?

"Then, that means you just want to be with me, don't you?" Xyla wasn't giving up on pressing the earlier question.

Stanley kept quiet. Stubbing out the cigarette with one hand, he tossed it into a nearby trash can. His movements were swift, precise, and utterly captivating.

His gaze gently traveled across her face. "What do you think?"

Staring at his calm expression, Xyla gradually removed the suspicions inside her heart. She must have been thinking too much. Judging from all their time spent together, right up until this very moment, Xyla felt that Five Batton was not a person who hungered for money. It was like he thought money was crap.

They had not been acquainted for long. Even if they had spent that one night together, it was impossible to fall for her so fast, so him wanting them to live together was presumably impossible as well.

At this, her mind inadvertently recalled the images of that night. Her face instantly went crimson up to her ears. This was crazy. Why did she think of that night again?

"What are you thinking about? Your face is all red," he asked.

"Nothing." She quickly recollected her thoughts and started the car. "Since you don't want to look at the house next door, let's just take a drive around so you can get used to the roads. You'll be living here soon after all."

"Sounds good."

At this, Xyla tuned the car around, heading for the gates.

Snow piled up on the roadside, turning it into a white wonderland. The Quest Manor was located far away from the bustling city, so there were almost no pedestrians and barely any cars around. Xyla could drive smoothly without obstructions.

She patiently helped him get familiarized with the nearby malls and locations of commodity stores. Afterward, the two returned home together.

Upon stopping the car, Xyla turned to the beautiful man who looked like a painting and said, "Can you go back home in the afternoon to pack up and move in tomorrow? We can move into the house immediately, so you just have to pack a few clothes. I'll take care of the rest."

"Sure," Stanley answered simply.

"Forget it, let me help you pack after all. Your elbow isn't fully healed yet, so let's not risk another accident," Xyla added.

His elbow was basically hurt because of her. Since it wasn't fully healed, it was her responsibility to take good care of him.

Taking out her phone, she transferred fifty thousand dollars to him via WeChat. "I've sent you fifty thousand. Remember to accept it."

"Okay."

***

After having lunch, Jeremy did not allow Stanley to leave. Instead, he made the young man play chess with him. As they were evenly matched, Stanley was kept there until evening. Finally, after dinner, Xyla sent him back to his suburbs.

The red Maserati stopped steadily in front of his apartment building, and the engine of the sports car gradually faded away. Many neighbors were out for a jog at this time. They could not help taking a few more glances upon seeing such a luxurious car.

Xyla got out first. The chilly north wind breezed past her, like tiny knives carving against her face. Feeling cold, she took a deep breath before jogging toward the apartment entrance.

Stanley stood behind her to key in the password. This way, it felt like she was being embraced in his arms. She could distinctly feel his warm breath on the top of her head, tugging at her heartstrings.

In an instant, it brought about surges of electricity.

The door opened...