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?"

her head and lied as naturally as she breathed. "Nothing

are you acting this way toward me?" Doubt and

always been calm and mild-mannered, Stanley could tell that she was trying her hardest to push him away right now. That she felt a terrible unease which would only increase the

nothing." Though Xyla was smiling, it felt unnaturally

mostly maintain a serene and courteous aura on her exterior, she felt like a terrible

girlfriend. Images of them together kept popping up in Xyla's mind and this only

his brows as he stared deep into her emotionless eyes. He got up from his chair and walked out of the ward

feel 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

his heart remained even though the name 'Little Darling' was displayed beside

he spoke, he

and all the women inside could hardly take their eyes

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

existed a barrier that separated

on the other end of the phone. "You

massaged his forehead and whispered in response, "No... No, I'm

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