Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)
Chapter 177

Carefully cleaning her wound with the cotton ball, Stanley kept blowing cold air at it. He was as tender as an antique duster.

A surge of warmth spread inside her heart when she looked up to see his focused gaze.

"How is it? Does it hurt?" he asked.

"It doesn't." Xyla shook her head.

"Don't use your hands to pick those up next time."

"Okay."

After that, he tossed the cotton ball away and meticulously wrapped her wound with a band-aid.

His actions were swift and gentle.

"Done. Don't get your wound wet for a period of time, okay?" He looked serious as ever.

Xyla nodded, standing up. "I'll go and clean up the glass shards."

"I'll go." He got up and walked into the washroom.

Xyla sat back down on the sofa and surfed Weibo.

Weibo's hottest search ranking was just as interesting as before. Upon entering, the searches were all about scandals involving Emily Quest, Tom Sullivan, and the Sullivan Group. The news was just as intense as before.

She couldn't help wondering again just who was the mastermind behind keeping these searches on top of the list for so many days.

Once Stanley was done cleaning up the washroom floor, he returned to sit beside Xyla and picked up his phone.

After unlocking it, the screen immediately displayed the Gentleman's Club chat room.

Having no idea what had happened above, the group was now filled with shocked and shy emojis.

Stanley was too lazy to scroll back up to read. He simply typed '...'.

After that, he was ready to exit.

However, before his finger could tap on the return button, the group chat exploded...

Sebastian texted. "You're done? But it hasn't been long!"

Henry replied. "Yeah..."

Gary commented. "Aren't you a little too fast?"

Stanley was confused. He typed a speedy reply. "Does it need to take long? Are five minutes not enough?"

Wasn't it enough time to dress a wound?

Henry replied. "... Five minutes? Isn't that a man's worst nightmare?"

Sebastian asked. "Do you have some misunderstanding with regard to this? How are five minutes enough? Even if you've never touched a woman, you should've at least watched videos, haven't you?" Gary sent an image. " shhh.jpeg"

Henry replied. "It's okay, Old Fifth. Don't be devastated. Something like this can now be treated. You just have to look for an excellent andrologist."

Stanley simply replied with '...' again.

Did they think he was doing that sort of stuff with Xyla just now?

What exactly led them to this misunderstanding?

He finally figured it out after a while...

Perhaps it was that yelp of pain when she got cut by the glass. Were the minds of these people so crooked to this extent?

Five minutes?

Him? Impossible!

Sebastian texted. "Did we hurt your self-esteem? We're just looking out for you. Someone so pure like you might not understand but five minutes is really bad." Stanley replied. "My wife's finger got cut, so I went to take care of it."

He could let everything else go without explaining but this concerned a man's pride. He had to explain.

The group was instantly filled with frightened emojis.

Immediately after, they spammed the chatroom with 'I'm sorry'.

Stanley ignored them and exited the screen to tap into the news application to read today's economic news.

"Five Batton... aren't you forgetting something?" asked Xyla.