Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

"Please come in," called out Georgie Clementine.

In response, Stanley Batton stepped into the ward with a huge basket of fruits in hand.

Xyla Quest found herself peering at the basket. It had all her favorite fruits in it.

Stepping forward, he placed the basket of fruits on the bedside table and pulled a chair to sit beside Xyla. He looked at her and asked, "Was the lunch I ordered to your liking?"

"Yes, the lunch was delicious and I appreciate the fruit basket. Though why are you back so soon?" Several thoughts were swimming in Xyla's head. How could he spend so little time with his girlfriend? How was that enough?

"I was worried about you," Stanley answered.

"There's nothing to worry about, I have Georgie with me. As you can see, everything is fine here. Georgie has been taking very good care of me. Now hurry along and attend to your business matters," blurted Xyla somewhat coldly, though her expression remained gentle as usual.

A slight scowl formed on Stanley's face and he looked into her eyes. "I just arrived here. Are you chasing me out already?"

"I just don't think that you should be wasting your time on me"

"Is there something bothering you?"

head and lied as naturally as she breathed. "Nothing that I can

toward me?" Doubt and confusion were

to push him away right now. That she felt a terrible unease which

really nothing." Though Xyla was smiling, it felt unnaturally

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was difficult to suppress her envy toward Stanley's girlfriend. Images of them together kept popping up in Xyla's mind and this only

He got up from his chair and walked out of

the number of wrinkles on his forehead increase. The last two possibilities that Zack Cassidy had proposed to him in his office kept flashing through his mind. Terrible

bzz, bzz... Stanley could feel his cell phone vibrating. The discomfort in his heart remained even though the name 'Little Darling' was displayed beside the call symbol. "What

spoke, he strode toward the

women inside could hardly take their eyes off him. Their eyes

before standing as rigid as a pole. A strong aura exuded from him. It painted a clear difference in status compared to the others in

crowd, there existed a barrier that separated him from the others. It shielded his true

mood, brother?" Ava Batton could be heard asking on the other end of the phone. "You don't sound like

massaged his forehead and whispered in response, "No...

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