Xyla Quest shook her head. "I don't know. Speaking of which, which room is empty? I need some sleep to put my mind at ease. I'll get back to you on that after I wake up."

Georgie Clementine did not say anything else. She simply held Xyla's right hand in her own before leading her to an empty guest room and stopping in front of the door. "You can sleep here tonight. There are pajamas and some brand new bras inside the closet. Feel free to wear them."

Xyla nodded her head in response. "Thanks, Georgie."

Then, Georgie pushed open the door and turned on the lights. "Go to bed now and stop thinking about it. Call me if you need anything, alright?"

"Okay. If he calls you to ask about my whereabouts, please tell him that you have no idea." Xyla reminded her before she sank onto the bed.

She refused to see him at the moment. All she wanted to do was to calm herself down and leave everything behind.

"Although your post-surgery recovery is going really well, you still need to have enough rest. Just get some sleep first, okay?" Georgie added.

Georgie was well aware of what Xyla felt for him. She understood how much she trusted this man, too.

that the man, who she had opened her heart to, was wearing a mask all the time. He approached her with a fake identity, hiding many

would not listen to anyone's consolation or advice at

to cool

Georgie felt terribly upset to

sighed heavily and headed back to

initial sleepiness had all

closet. After that, she dried her hair using the hairdryer and plopped herself down on the

despite her immense sleepiness. Her eyes were closed but her heart was rather

flooded her

things about Stanley Batton that she could not see through. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ

of her room, Georgie's phone

Batton' that

icon while trying to maintain her

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255