Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)
Chapter 182

"Of course not, Dad. You can stay with us for as long as you like," Xyla replied with a smile. The two began walking inside as they spoke. When the warm air hit her, Xyla felt warmer.

"Okay. I'll stay here for the night," Jeremy Quest said.

When Stanley Batton heard their voices, he smiled thoughtfully.

After putting down his chopsticks, Stanley immediately walked over to the entrance and stood politely in front of Jeremy.

"Dad, you're here," he said.

Stanley then retrieved a pair of slippers from the shoe rack before placing it in front of Jeremy's feet.

When Jeremy saw this, he felt a warm sensation spread in his heart. The thoughts that clouded his mind a moment ago instantly faded away. Although his son-in-law did not come from a wealthy family like Tom Sullivan's, he was much better than Tom in many other aspects.

Tom was nowhere near as thoughtful as Stanley was in how he treated Jeremy.

When had Tom ever shown such gestures to Jeremy?

When Xyla saw how Stanley behaved, she felt extremely pleased. She had found the right person for the task.

After quickly putting the slippers on, Jeremy patted Stanley's shoulders cheerfully.

"Hey, Stanley. What are you two doing at home?" Jeremy chuckled.

"We were just about to have dinner. If you don't mind, please join us," Stanley said respectfully.

"Sure. I didn't even get to have a proper meal because the useless Emily Quest came home," Jeremy said.

"Well, let's have dinner together," Xyla pulled Jeremy's hand affectionately and led him into the dining room.

***

After dinner, Xyla looked at Jeremy.

"Dad, do you want to sleep upstairs or downstairs?" She asked.

"Upstairs," Jeremy answered.

"I'll get the room prepared for you in a while," Xyla said and smiled as she nodded.

Although she appeared calm, she felt troubled inside. If her father was going to sleep upstairs, it would be difficult for her and Five Batton.

"Go ahead and prepare the room. I'll do the dishes for you," Jeremy said.

"How could we let you do that?" Xyla refused sternly.

Jeremy immediately stood up and pushed the two away.

"Alright, stop making a fuss. Hurry up and go," Jeremy said.

After that, Jeremy locked the door from the other side.

Helpless, Xyla shrugged as she looked at the person next to her.

"Forget it. Come with me and get the room prepared. I have something to tell you anyway," she said.

After that, Xyla went upstairs with Stanley.

Once they made it upstairs, Xyla selected the guestroom at the end of the hallway.

It was the room furthest away from their rooms.

After getting inside, Xyla retrieved a duvet and a bedsheet like this was her own place before tossing them onto the large, soft bed.

"To avoid my father discovering that we are sleeping in separate rooms, we must be a little more careful. If my father comes up with us later, you will come with me to my room. After a while, you will make your way back to your room. Does that work?" Xyla seemed very serious.

"Not a problem," Stanley said calmly.

"Alright, then... Be careful when you wake up and leave the room in the morning. Got it?" Xyla asked with a serious expression on her face. "Yeah," he uttered.

After that, Stanley unzipped the bag that contained the bedsheet. He took out a gray cotton bedsheet before spreading it across the bed.

Xyla immediately walked over to the other side of the bed.

"Be careful with your elbow," she said while helping out. "Okay," he said.