Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)

Chapter 163

“Xyla, take Stan next door to take a look,” said Jeremy.

“Okay…”

This was perfect, as she had just wanted to pull Five Batton away on some pretext to talk to him anyway.

Stanley leisurely stood up and tipped his head down politely. “Dad, I’ll be back soon.”

Jeremy waved them off. “Go on, go on.”

Xyla latched onto his arm affectionately as the two left the house. Out the door, Xyla led him to her Maserati.

Once the car door was closed, Xyla pinched the bridge of her nose helplessly, her expression a little sullen. “Why did you tell my dad that you’ll be residing in the country permanently? See how everything has spiraled out of control once you said that.”

Stanley looked indifferent. “I didn’t think too much.”

Xyla put her hands up in defeat. “Forget it… It’s my fault too for not briefing you properly.” Unable to suppress her suspicions, she looked at him and asked, “Did you do it on purpose?” This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“On purpose? Would that benefit me in any way?” he asked in return, looking nonchalant.

“Like you want to be with me, for example,” said Xyla.

Stanley’s lips curled into a mysterious smile, his eyes gradually darkening. Too much intelligence in a woman was sometimes a headache.

“Aren’t you thinking a little too much? Do you think that’s possible?” asked Stanley.

Xyla coughed awkwardly. “I was just suspicious. Since you say that’s not the reason, then forget it. We can only do as my father says for now.” She let out a long sigh before turning to him with a serious expression. “Okay?”

“I’ll think about it.”

Having said that, Stanley cocked up an eyebrow, then turned to look out the window. A mischievous smile played on his lips.

“You’re not angry about my earlier question, are you?” Xyla asked cautiously with her ever-so- tender voice.

“No,” he answered.

“Then, why else would you need to think? You have to help me.” Her eyes were filled with desperation.

“Do you really want to cohabitate with me?” he asked, looking calmly at her.

Why did this question sound so ambiguous to her?

Xyla’s expression became grave. “You’re teasing me, right? Can you be a little more serious?”

“I’m very serious.”

“Is it okay? The mansion is huge and has many rooms. We can just each pick a room… and not disturb each other. You can think of it as a temporary hotel. Your daily life won’t be affected in any way, I guarantee you,” said Xyla, looking serious.

Sunlight filtered in through the side windows, illuminating her sparkling eyes.

“I can increase your pay. I’ll top-up another fifty thousand, so you’ll be getting two hundred and fifty thousand every month. That’s enough, right?” she added, terrified of his rejection.

“Oh.”

She felt a surge of delight. “Does that mean you agree?”

He raised his eyebrows slightly. “What do you think?”

“Thank you.” Xyla was filled with gratitude. Her uneasy heart could now finally rest. “Then, let me take you there to have a look. You can choose a room while we’re there.”

“No need. You can make the arrangements.”

Stanley casually took a cigarette out of his pocket, rolled down the car window, and started smoking. As the smoke circled around, it was like a classic painting produced by a renowned artist.

“I’ll do as you say,” he said.

She didn’t know if she was imagining things, but Xyla had a feeling that his tone sounded different from before. It sounded a lot more gentle. In any case, she felt touched.

“Then, I’ll decide on my own,” she said.

“Yeah, you be the boss.”

With this, she could finally relax. After calming down and carefully thinking it through, she suddenly felt like something was off.

Slowly, she raised her head to look at him. “Are you doing this on purpose?”