Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest) novel Chapter 17

Xyla Quest’s heart clenched. Her first thought was that Stanley’s wound had reopened.

She immediately turned on the lights in the car and looked at the man’s body.

Upon closer inspection, she discovered that a large part of his black shirt was damp.

“Your wound has reopened.” Xyla seemed nervous.

Although she could not see the wound, she could imagine how bad it must have hurt.

However, Stanley merely glanced down at his shirt calmly. “It’s fine.”

From the look on his face, it felt as if he was not even injured.

“Is this still fine?”

“It’s a minor injury. I won’t die from it.” He remained nonchalant as he looked forward and continued to turn the steering wheel.

“If you don’t tend to a minor injury, your wound may become infected, and you might die,” Xyla added.

Since this only happened because of her, Xyla could not ignore it.

“Let’s go back to the hospital,” she said.

“I’ll send you home first.”

“I hate the hospital. Unless it’s absolutely necessary, I don’t like going there,” Stanley added before continuing to look forward. He did not seem inclined to do as she told him to.

Xyla immediately moved closer and unbuttoned his shirt.

In that instant, she was horrified. Two spots on his right chest and one spot near his abdomen, bandaged, were now stained with blood.

His blood was everywhere, including on his muscular chest and his sexy abs.

Xyla could not help but inhale sharply.

“I’m driving. Do you have a death wish?” The man teased.

“Go back to the hospital,” Xyla insisted. She sounded somewhat unhappy.

“Be a good girl, step messing around…” The man instantly sounded much kinder.

After that, he buttoned his shirt up with a single hand before he continued driving. He could tend to minor wounds like these on his own.

For some reason, Xyla felt that Stanley sounded extremely gentle when he said those words.

When Xyla noticed a pharmacy by the road, she immediately came back to her senses. “Let’s compromise. I’ll buy something at the pharmacy to tend to your wounds.”

The man raised his brows before his cold gaze landed upon her. However, he did not say a word and proceeded to stop the car by the road.

Xyla looked down and was about to unbuckle her safety belt to get out of the car.

However, just as she was about to reach for the button, a large, warm hand pressed against hers forcefully.

When she looked around, the man’s face was barely inches away.

There was a deep look in his eyes that seemed capable of trapping her within.

When he moved closer, Xyla found it difficult even to breathe.

“Although I know that you care a lot about me, I hope you would first look after yourself. Do you think you can even walk with your injured leg?” His deep voice was delightful to listen to.

As soon as the man finished his sentence, he got out of the car and did not even allow time for Xyla to speak.

Xyla’s face turned red as she looked at him from behind. “Who cares about you a lot?”

Very soon, Stanley returned with a packet of medicinal products.

When the door was opened, Xyla could not help but shiver as a gust of cold wind blew inward.

He placed the items directly on her lap before unbuttoning his shirt.

“I told you not to carry me, but you wouldn’t listen. Is this what you wanted?” Xyla complained with a frown.

As she complained, she opened the bag.

Meanwhile, Stanley remained silent as he listened to her complaints.

He had gotten everything they needed from the pharmacy, including cotton buds for sterilizing, cotton swabs, bandage, tweezers, alcohol, and disinfectant.

Xyla began with alcohol to sterilize the tweezers. She then used a cotton bud soaked in alcohol to disinfect his wound carefully.

To avoid hurting him too much, she repeatedly blew at his wound.

The way she did it was very gentle.

Stanley felt a warm sensation in his heart.

“Does it hurt?” Xyla asked softly.