Xyla Quest immediately explained to Stanley Batton how he met Christopher Lancelot and why he brought her here to race.

The man remained expressionless after listening to her explanation.

Xyla knew that he was jealous.

She threw her arms around his neck and pouted. "Don't be angry with me. Okay?"

Stanley sighed helplessly. "Xyla, what should I do with you?"

Sometimes, he really did not know what to do with her.

No matter how angry he was, his heart instantly melted when she was affectionate.

There were times when he compromised just by looking at her face.

Xyla's smile widened. "Hmm... If you have no idea what to do with me, keep on spoiling me like a princess then."

of Stanley's soft lips gradually

Xyla asked. "You're not jealous

gently tapped her nose and teased,

we go

car and departed

the rest quickly caught up

from a bow, the black Bentley Arnage whizzed through the highway with a fleet of

the moonlight as if they were

cars sped all the way

house, they noticed that the living room was still as bright

Batton had not

currently sitting in front of the coffee table, playing

all over Xyla when she caught sight of the

doubted him

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