"Are you sure you're not going to tell Xyla about it?" Ron Batton asked.

"Please don't let her know," Stanley Batton mumbled.

Ron managed a curt nod, then patted Stanley's shoulder.

***

Meanwhile, something unusual was about to happen at the Sullivan family's house.

Emily Quest was sitting in front of the dressing table, earnestly applying her favorite lipstick.

Her lips were bright red, matching very well with her heavy makeup and her black straight hair. She looked demonically flirtatious in that red, short silk halter dress.

Knock knock knock...

Someone was knocking at the door.

Smirking, Emily casually wiped the overdrawn lipstick off the corner of her lips and stole a glance at the door through the mirror. "Come in..."

Soon, the door was pushed open.

saw her. He plodded on with a gloomy face until he reached her side. "What

the door,"

at her before returning to the doorway and closing the

and threw her arms around his neck. "Brother Sullivan, these few

her away in disgust. He pulled out a wet disinfectant tissue from his pocket and carefully wiped his hands. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest

could sense his psychotic hatred of

she a virus? Or was she some kind of

there a need to disinfect himself at

to maintain a serene and calm aura on her exterior mostly, she felt like a terrible storm was

me, I'm going to tell Mom and Dad about what you did. I shall

Tom chided

Are you doing it with me?" A smug expression was

overcome his psychological fear of women after the treatment and could normally perform in his sexual life, he did not want to touch Emily. She was

dare think

down and tell Mom

spoke, she bumped him with her elbow and pretended to march out

and threw her to the ground recklessly. "Emily! Are

through her veins,

recollected herself in the

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