"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.

plodded on with a gloomy face until he reached her side. "What do you

door,"

returning to

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

pocket and carefully wiped his hands. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt

hatred of her from his

a virus? Or was she some kind

a need to disinfect himself at her

on her exterior mostly, she felt like a terrible storm was brewing inside her. "So... I want you to make out

going to tell Mom and Dad about what

Tom chided in

it with me?" A smug

fear of women after the treatment and could normally

dare think

and tell Mom and

him with her elbow and pretended to

threw her to the ground recklessly. "Emily!

her veins, blurring her

she recollected herself in the very

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