Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

The black-clad men nodded courteously and answered in unison, "Yes, sir!"

Christopher Lancelot took one last look at them before shutting the door. Stretching his long arm, he grabbed Xyla Quest's wrist and forced her onto the door. He propped his right hand against the door panel while his other proceeded to cup her chin. "Tell me. What happened to you? Hmm? Did Stanley Batton bully you? Did he do something that upset you?"

She would not be here alone if she had not had a conflict with Stanley Batton.

Her red eyes stabbed his heart.

At that instant, he thought Miranda was crying in front of him.

"There's nothing wrong with me. Let go of me." Xyla dropped her head, avoiding eye contact with him.

Once she finished her sentence, she gently pushed him away and returned to the living room, sitting down on the beige sofa.

Though Christopher had saved her life before, they were not close, and they did not even know much about each other. There was no point telling him what she had just found out about her marriage.

"If you have nothing important to tell me, please just go ahead and do what you're supposed to do. Leave me alone. Thank you, Master Lancelot, for your concern," Xyla said again.

Christopher immediately walked up to her and sat down next to her. He forcibly turned her body, his hands clutching her shoulders. "Tell me. What did he do to you? How did he bully you? Did he cheat on you? Show me how that b*tch looks like! I'll kill her!"

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"What is it then?"

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you just leave me alone?" Xyla was

a few seconds, and then nodded. "Okay... I won't ask

closed her eyes. "I know you're busy. Don't care about me.

on your own here? I'm not a man if

some time to herself so she could process

here watching you." Christopher was afraid that she would take things too hard and do something stupid. Although she did not tell him what exactly was going on between her and Stanley, he could sense that something serious and unforgivable had happened. Otherwise, Xyla

something that hurt

he pondered about it,

Stanley Batton!

that bastard's name in his heart, his hands subconsciously

to do

He did not say he would leave,

a cigarette and quietly smoked, using silence to prove his