Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest) novel Chapter 658

Xyla Quest nodded confidently.

She felt sure that she could do a good job.

“Xyla… You really do make me proud.” Jeremy Quest expressed his fondness toward Xyla openly.

Xyla held onto his hand affectionately. “Dad, you make me proud too. You’ve always been my role model.”

Jeremy felt overjoyed after hearing what Xyla said. “Oh, my sweet Xyla. Alright, let’s go home now. Oh yeah, thank Stan for me. I’m delighted with the antique items he bought me.”

When Jeremy mentioned Stanley Batton, his face became even gentler.

“Alright.” Xyla held Jeremy’s hand and walked him back to the car. They were accompanied by the ocean breeze all the way.

It was very warm inside the car. Within a few seconds, Xyla felt all the coldness melt away.

It had been a long day, and she felt exhausted. After sitting down in the car, she couldn’t help closing her eyes. She wanted to take a nap.

When Jeremy saw this, he didn’t say anything further. He removed his jacket and covered Xyla with it.

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By the time they returned to Atlantis, it was already one o’clock in the morning.

Jeremy brought Xyla back to her villa’s courtyard.

From afar, Xyla could see that the living room was lit.

For someone who had gone through a rough day, there was nothing more heart-warming than returning home to a brightly lit house at night.

The moment Xyla saw that the lights were on, she felt a warm sensation spreading in her heart.

After saying goodbye to Jeremy, she quickly went inside.

Right then, she could see Stanley holding his laptop while he sat on the couch.

She could tell from his serious facial expression that he was probably dealing with work.

Stanley was wearing a grey, silk pajama. The way it fit his body loosely made him look much more relaxed and at ease.

Looking at him from afar, Xyla’s heart still raced at the sight of his handsome features.

The arrogant yet noble aura about him made him appear almost like a wildflower in the mountains. It felt as if ordinary people would be blessed even to see him. A man like Stanley belonged on a heavenly altar. He should live a life of elegance and purity.