Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

Trash?

Tom Sullivan was down in the dumps when he heard Xyla Quest called him a piece of trash.

Years ago, she had treated him as a treasure.

Right now, she was comparing him to trash?!

"Hey Xyla, you were the one who ran after my ass every single day back then." A wave of fury coarse through him.

Xyla slowly turned to look at his desperate face, the corners of her lips curled up into a pretty smirk. "Well, there are times when we are blinded by some stupid love, aren't we?"

Satisfied with her response, she turned to face Stanley Batton again, her voice tender again. "Let's go in, dear."

Stanley remained silent as he held Xyla's hand and led her back to the room, paying Tom no mind as usual.

Though their conversation had just ended in the blink of an eye, Tom felt that Xyla had effortlessly crushed his self-esteem. She was stomping on it repeatedly, breaking it into pieces on the ground. Suddenly, the memory of Xyla, who used to follow him around, kept flashing across his mind and swallowing his sight.

That Xyla who lived in his memory, was the best Xyla in the world. However, he had lost that Xyla now.

the truth. He definitely could not and would not! He was going to try every way to get Xyla

not deserve to have

the private room, Emily

in the middle of the aisle, and stopped

none of your business."

know what you did even if you refused to be honest with me. I can tell what's going on

"So what?"

though it was a sharp knife stabbing at

about you anymore, and the

matter how much you care about me. You don't

to throb again when she heard that sentence coming from his mouth. Breathing became difficult, and

Xyla? Why were all

before... Are you

drive a wedge between us, you wicked woman." sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ