Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest) novel Chapter 700

Xyla Quest looked in the mirror and rolled her eyes at him once more. “Well, what do you think?”

“What?” Stanley Batton’s eyes widened, attentive, and brimming with curiosity.

“Thanks to somebody, I’m in a hurry now, so I don’t have time to dry my hair,” blurted Xyla grumpily.

“Oh.”

“Oh? What do you mean by ‘oh’? Isn’t this your fault?” The more Xyla thought about it, the angrier she got. She could not stop mumbling, “It’s all because of you, bastard.”

He had wasted that one hour.

If she had got out of bed one hour earlier, she would have done putting on her makeup, dressing up, and even finishing her lunch right now.

In the mirror, the man’s soft lips stretched into a doting smile as he gazed at her.

When Xyla lifted her head, she met his smiling eyes.

A strange tingling sensation ran down her spine instantaneously.

There was only a white towel wrapped around his waist. Water beads were sliding down his chest, over the scratches she left behind, adding a tinge of sexiness to his perfect body.

Some people did not need to do anything to catch one’s eyes. Their presence alone was enough to make other’s knees give in.

Stanley was definitely one of them.

“My bad.” The man looked at her lovingly.

“Have you learned from your mistake?”

Stanley nodded obediently like a devout believer. “Yes.”

Nevertheless, even so, Xyla clearly knew that his words were untrustable.

“Tell me what you’ve learned.”

“I’ve learned that I should ‘work harder’ next time so that you won’t have the energy to nag me anymore.” As he spoke, he inched closer and plopped his hands on the dressing table, caging Xyla in his embrace. His delicate chin rested against the top of her hair, and his gentle gaze fixed upon her face—with only a layer of essential skincare products on—in the mirror.

Upon hearing that, Xyla’s cheeks instantly turned cherry-red.

Her blush seared through her ears, all the way to her neck.

Nice one, Stanley. What a ‘sincere’ attitude he had when he was admitting his mistakes.

“You’re so cheeky, Stanley Batton,” Xyla rebuked helplessly.