Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

"It's fine," Xyla Quest insisted. "I can walk on my own. I'm not that helpless."

However, Stanley Batton ignored her and proceeded to carry her into the elevator to get to the first floor.

At that hour, the lobby was busy as some of the employees working overtime were also rushing to leave.

Everyone instantly focused their gazes on the couple as they stepped out, making Xyla feel a little embarrassed with so many pairs of eyes on her. Suddenly, these people all felt envious of them both.

"Hello, Ms. Quest."

"Hello, Mr. Batton."

Employees began to greet them as they passed, prompting her to nod awkwardly while Stanley kept a neutral expression on his face.

"Put me down. Many people are watching," she muttered, struggling to set herself free.

She felt even more mortified when she noticed people taking pictures of them.

However, it didn't seem like her husband intended to put her down. Instead, he continued to walk outside.

"Listen to me," she began to protest again.

"Be a good girl and let me carry you," he said.

"I am honestly fine," she stated.

"Be good."

was, she could only let

her into his black Bugatti Veyron as

left, people began chatting

romantic? Ms. Quest doesn't even need

Ms Quest probably had

on her ankle

and

Batton didn't want h

why he

her."

I work overtime, but I

someone like Stanley.

husband in the world! Isn't he like the

admired

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in the car, he carefully removed her heels, placing

anti-inflammatory ointment from the

glove compartment.

then gently squeezed some onto her wound and carefully used a cotton swab to

wound, making her ankle instantly feel