Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

“Here with a friend?” asked Stanley.

Xyla nodded. “Yeah.”

“Is it the one who fought with you the last time? Or…?”

“Yeah.”

“Then, don’t stay out too late. Call me if anything happens,” he urged, showing no emotional disturbance in his eyes.

Xyla nodded, wondering if this fake husband of hers was being too concerned for her.

Why did she get a feeling that he was like her real husband?

“Alright. Five Batton, you do know that we’re just pretending, right?” said Xyla as she searched his eyes.

“Yeah,” he responded calmly.

“That’s good then,” she replied.

legs to head outside. His back profile was more

quickly jogged after him. The chilly north wind was blowing outside. Having abruptly come out from a warm place, the stark difference in temperature made her shudder before

a black Honda stopped at the entrance of the bar. Right before her eyes, Stanley got into it. She could vaguely see

called out, hurrying over and

and looked at her.

occupants of the vehicle exchanged meaningful

say to

window and

their heads, elongating their shadows. Seated in the front passenger seat, Henry secretly lowered the window a little and pressed his ear on the glass,

it?” asked

of the original recipe. And stop consuming the painkillers. If the pain is tolerable, try

soft

nodded. “Okay. Is there

I’d like

“Shoot”

you tell them about our deal? Otherwise, why

tell