Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)

Chapter 137

When the door was opened, a welcoming little home with a simple design came into view.

There was not a speck of dust visible in Stanley Batton’s home. Everything was arranged according to size and height in an orderly manner.

Xyla Quest could tell that he was a very organized person in life.

Coupled with Stanley’s behavior during their meals, Xyla was sure that he had hints of an obsessive-compulsive disorder.

In fact, he may even be a neat freak.

Xyla put on a pair of slippers before lifting the edge of her dress slightly and looking around the living room.

“Where’s your kitchen?” She asked.

“Over there…” Stanley pointed at the kitchen as he spoke.

Xyla immediately took out the Chinese medicinal herbs and brought them into the kitchen.

“What do you need? Let me help you…” Stanley followed her into the kitchen.

“Nothing at all. All I need is this pot,” Xyla said as she pointed at a white pot on the kitchen top.

After that, she opened the packs of Chinese medicinal herbs before placing the correct portions into the pot. She carefully described the amount needed for each type of herbs firmly as she did so.

Meanwhile, Stanley listened carefully right next to her.

Once the important part was done, Xyla poured water into the pot until it was full. She then covered it up and began to boil it.

“We’re done here. Once the water starts to boil, continue cooking it for thirty minutes. After that, pour the water out and soak your elbow with it. Do you get it?” Xyla asked with a serious expression on her face. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“Yeah,” Stanley said.

“Well, I’ll take my leave now,” Xyla said.

“I’m hungry,” Stanley said calmly.

“What would you like to eat? I’ll cook for you,” Xyla said.

“Anything works,” he said.

Hearing this, Xyla opened the fridge right next to her. When she saw that the fridge was full of various cooking ingredients, she randomly selected a few.

“Wait outside. I’ll make a few simple dishes for you,” she said.

“Okay,” Stanley said and nodded slightly before turning around and walking out of the kitchen. The instant he did so, a charming smile appeared on his face.

After Xyla cooked the rice, she quickly made a few simple dishes, including stir-fried eggs with green pepper, stir-fried cauliflower, and tomato-and-shrimp tofu soup.

The entire process took half an hour.

By the time the dishes were done, the Chinese medicine was also ready.

Xyla first turned off the flame before transferring the dishes onto a tray and bringing them out of the kitchen.

Right then, Stanley was reading the newspapers in front of the coffee table in the living room. There were colorful lights outside the window that seemed like a backdrop.

His white shirt seemed unusually neat and white, making him feel even colder than usual.

However, Xyla could never get enough of the view of his side profile.

“Where will we eat?” Xyla asked.

“Let’s eat here,” Stanley said as he slowly looked over at Xyla.

Xyla immediately placed the dishes on the coffee table.

Every dish looked good and smelled good. The hot steam that wafted through the air seemed to be able to reach the depths of one’s heart.

“Is there a basin we can use to soak your elbow in?” Xyla asked.

Without saying anything, Stanley got up and went to the bathroom to retrieve a small wooden basin.

“Will this work?” he asked.

Xyla nodded before placing the small wooden basin on the coffee table. She then took out the boiled Chinese medicinal herbs and poured the content into the basin.

“Since this is done as well, you can soak your elbow while you eat. Besides, it’s only your left hand. It won’t affect how you eat,” Xyla said.

Xyla had planned everything down to a tee. There was nothing she missed.

“Yeah. Let’s sit down and eat together,” Stanley looked deeply at Xyla before sitting down, rolling his sleeve up and placing his elbow in the basin.

“Oh, no. I’ve got to go home to get something done,” Xyla said.

It was inappropriate for Xyla to be with another man in his house since it was getting late.

Besides, there was still a lot she needed to do at home.

“In that case, drive my car home. I’ll pick it up tomorrow,” Stanley said.

“It’s alright. I’ll get a taxi. Don’t forget to take your medicine according to the given schedule, and make sure you soak your elbow. Got it?” Xyla asked.

“It’s not easy to get a taxi around here. Drive my car,” Stanley said sternly before tossing the key to Xyla.

“Alright, then,” Xyla said as she caught the key. She then proceeded to turn around and leave.

As soon as she stepped out of the door, a message appeared on her phone—