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.

He definitely could not and would not! He was going to try every

deserve to have such a perfect girl

and Stanley had returned into the private room, Emily Quest

the aisle, and stopped dead in front of him. "What were you guys doing

your

what's going on with the three of you."

"So what?"

to hurt Emily, almost as though it

her fists. "She doesn't care about you anymore, and the only one who cares about you

she doesn't care about me, I still love her. As for you, I'm not going to love you no matter how much you care about me. You

heard that sentence coming from his mouth. Breathing became difficult, and she felt

so good about Xyla? Why were all the men after

hurt you before... Are

nothing to do with Xyla. Don't you try to drive a wedge between us,