Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest) novel Chapter 842

Christopher Lancelot subconsciously lowered his car window, his gaze fixed upon her.

Xyla Quest stroked her hair as it billowed with the wind, tossing the strands of hair scattered on her chest to her back.

Holding her helmet in one hand, she pranced toward Christopher and languidly placed her other hand on his car roof. “I won.”

Christopher got out of his car and stood in front of Xyla. Casually closing the car door, he took off the helmet and met her eyes. “Alright then. What do you want me to do? I can do whatever you want me to do.”

Xyla shook her head in response. “Nah. I don’t have anything in particular to ask from you.”

“Hey, that’s our deal. Don’t waste your only chance to instruct me to do something for you. Xyla, I can give you anything as long you can name it,” Christopher said.

“Well, why don’t you buy me a drink?” Xyla pondered for a short while.

Her brain had regained its composure as soon as her car pulled up.

Once again, grief crept over her like a hungry beast.

She wanted a glass of beer more than anything else.

“Have you heard of that saying?” Christopher asked.

“What?”

“Water flows even if we try to cut it with swords, and sorrow returns even if we try to drown them with wine.”

“I know, but I just want to drink…” Xyla mumbled.

“Hmm… Shall we continue to race? I can stay here the whole night if you want,” Christopher suggested.

Warmth filled Xyla instantaneously.

She hesitated for a few seconds before answering, “Sure. Let’s do it again.”

Xyla put on her helmet and got back into her car.