Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest) novel Chapter 720

After a deep kiss, Xyla Quest paused and pulled her rosy cheeks away from his. She panted heavily as she looked at him. “Hubby, I’m here to tell you something…”

“It’s okay… We can talk about it later…” With that, Stanley Batton locked the door and lifted her effortlessly, carrying her into the adjacent resting room.

The man was entangled with his girl for a long time before he finally released her, even though he was reluctant to do so. He slowly sat up and pulled the thin white blanket over the body, casually smoking while leaning against the bedhead.

On the other hand, Xyla could barely move her exhausted body. Using her last bit of energy, she rolled over and glowered at the man’s flawless features. “Stanley Batton, you’re so annoying.”

“That’s not what you said just now.” A tint of mischief flashed across his eyes.

Upon hearing that, Xyla’s heart tightened instantaneously. Her veins caught on fire, and her blood was boiling frantically. “You… Shameless.”

“I thought you had something to tell me just now? What was it?” Stanley asked, blowing wisps of smoke into the cool air. Their eyes met amidst the smoke.

Rolling her eyes at the man again, Xyla sat up on the bed and grabbed her clothes from the floor. She dressed quickly while answering him, “I just wanted to thank you in person… Thanks for helping Josh Batton.”

Xyla had just gotten her nails done recently. The long nails had made fastening buttons laborious for her.

It took her a long time to fasten one small button.

Noticing her struggle, Stanley pulled her onto his lap right away and held the cigarette with his lips, doing up her blouse in earnest.

“Are you a kid? A kid should know how to do up his shirt too.” Stanley chastised her though his tone only expressed love and fondness.

“Do I look like I don’t know how to do it? It’s just my long nails,” rebuked Xyla.

“Don’t do your nails anymore in the future,” Stanley said.

“I have to. My fingers are ugly if I don’t get a manicure.” Xyla insisted.

“You look good no matter what.”

“… Stanley Batton.”

“Yes, honey?”

“I’m thirsty.”

“Okay, I’ll get some water for you.”