Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)
Chapter 567

When Xyla Quest saw how serious Stanley Batton looked, she felt very proud from the bottom of her heart.

She was fortunate to have met such a wonderful person like him after going through so much hardships on her own.

Although Stanley was like a divine being who ruled over the rest of the population, he was willing to get off his high horse and do the most mundane things in the world for Xyla. For example, he cooked for her. When Stanley looked up, his eyes immediately met with Xyla's gentle gaze.

He instantly held her up and placed her on his lap. "Why are you staring at me? Do you want sex?"

Xyla's heart shuddered at the question. Her body began to feel hot, and she couldn't help but blush. "Stanley, can't you think of more appropriate things?"

"How are my thoughts inappropriate now?" Stanley asked.

"You're a jerk. Mmphh..."

Before Xyla could finish her sentence, Stanley pressed his lips against hers.

As soon as that happened, everything became a mess.

"Beep, beep, beep..." Xyla's phone was ringing behind her. An unknown caller appeared on the screen.

She reached out to grab her phone, but Stanley forcefully stopped her and pressed her against his chest.

They became entangled, and Xyla gradually let her mind run wild.

Although the view of the moon outside was pretty, she found Stanley much more attractive.

After it was past midnight, Stanley finally loosened his grip on her. He hugged her from behind as he kissed her shoulder. "Do you want to take a shower?" He asked. "No. I'm exhausted..." Xyla said. Her body was aching all over. She didn't have the energy to take a shower.

"Alright. We won't take a shower then," Stanley said before hugging her tightly.

Suddenly, Xyla recalled that her phone was ringing downstairs. "I think my phone was ringing earlier. Can you get it for me? I want to check who called," she said immediately. Stanley got out of the bed without saying a word. He then grabbed a towel from the bathroom, wrapped it around his body, and headed downstairs directly. Meanwhile, Xyla carefully moved her body around before sitting up. She lifted the duvet to her armpits so that everything below her collar bones was covered. However, there were still red markings all over her arms.

When Xyla thought of everything that happened earlier, her heart began to pound wildly.

Very soon, Stanley returned with her phone.

He got into bed right away and handed the phone over to her.

Xyla quickly looked at her phone, and she realized the caller had a number she didn't recognize.

In fact, this person called her over ten times.

The calls had only ended about an hour ago.

Xyla instinctively felt that this person must have been Bailey Ronson.

Apart from her, nobody else would behave so urgently and call Xyla this many times late at night.

"Someone from the Sullivan family?" Stanley glanced at her phone and asked. After that, he retrieved a cigarette from a cigarette pack on the nightstand nearby. He then lit it up and began smoking with his head resting against the bedhead.

The smoke that wafted around his face made him appear cold yet desirable. Xyla felt charmed by the sight.

"I guess so. It's probably Bailey Ronson..." Xyla said.

Stanley didn't say anything. Instead, he snorted coldly and continued to smoke.