Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

After dinner, Josh drove Xyla home. Throughout the journey, he remained silent with a deep frown on his face. Since it was very dark in the car, Xyla did not notice any changes in his facial expression.

When they arrived at the entrance to the Quest family’s villa, the car came to a stable halt. During the meal, Xyla had drunk a bit of red wine. Although she did not think it was a lot at the time, she was beginning to feel the effects kicking in now. Josh drove her all the way to the front of her house.

Once the car stopped in front of the main building, Xyla turned around to look at him. “Thank you for sending me home. Get back safely. Goodnight.” Closing the car door behind her, she started to walk towards her house.

“Hold on…” said Josh, getting out of the car.

The cold northern wind made both Xyla and Josh shiver a little.

“Whenever and wherever you need help, you can come to me. Even if we can’t be lovers, I hope we can still be good friends,” said Josh sincerely with a heart-warming smile on his face. “Alright. I’m getting into the car,” he added, getting back into his car.

Xyla waved at him as he did so. Josh stayed where he was while a tear silently rolled down his cheek, but nobody else noticed it.

the whole scene in the courtyard. He took a long puff from his cigarette. His dark eyes were

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received a message from Georgie, confirming that Mary would be imprisoned for a month. A smile appeared on

enough to lift her spirits. Xyla did not realize when it began, but she had become used to the routine of returning home to a house full of light. Pieces of soft and pretty snowflakes

Xyla entered the house, she was greeted with warm air. She changed into her slippers before walking to the living room. With nobody around, the house

she arrived at her own room, the door of the room next to hers suddenly opened. Stanley walked out holding an empty

loosely around him, his muscular chest was fully visible. He gave off a sexy and lazy vibe. His fair skin appeared unusually bright against the contrasting black-colored

nothing gangster-like about him. Instead, his body was telling

said Stanley calmly with his usual indifferent facial expression. He

was surprisingly intoxicating. The alcohol