NovelApp"Are you sure you're not going to tell Xyla about it?" Ron Batton asked.
"Please don't let her know," Stanley Batton mumbled.
Ron managed a curt nod, then patted Stanley's shoulder.
*** Meanwhile, something unusual was about to happen at the Sullivan family's house.
Emily Quest was sitting in front of the dressing table, earnestly applying her favorite lipstick.
Her lips were bright red, matching very well with her heavy makeup and her black straight hair. She looked demonically flirtatious in that red, short silk halter dress.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtKnock knock knock...
Someone was knocking at the door.
Smirking, Emily casually wiped the overdrawn lipstick off the corner of her lips and stole a glance at the door through the mirror. "Cin..." Soon, the door was pushed open.
Tom Sullivan frowned as soon as he saw her. He plodded on with a gloomy face until he reached her side. "What do you want?" "Close the door," Emily ordered.
Tom glowered coldly at her before returning to the doorway and closing the door.
Once the door was closed, Emily lunged forward and threw her arms around his neck. "Brother Sullivan, these few days are my fertile period." "So what?" Tom pushed her away in disgust. He pulled out a wet disinfectant tissue from his pocket and carefully wiped his hands. Search the FindNøvelwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
Emily could sense his psychotic hatred of her from his action.
Was she a virus? Or was she skind of superbug? Was there a need to disinfect himself at her slightest touch? While Emily managed to maintain a serene and calm aura on her exterior mostly, she felt like a terrible storm was brewing inside her. "So... I want you to make out with me." "In your dreams!" "If you reject me, I'm going to tell Mom and Dad about what you did. I shall find the police too..." "Emily!" Tom chided in exasperation.
"So? Are you doing it with me?" A smug expression was etched upon Emily's face.
Though Tom had now overchis psychological fear of women after the treatment and could normally perform in his sexual life, he did not want to touch Emily. She was too filthy.
"Don't you dare think about it!" "Fine... I'll go down and tell Mom and Dad now... You..." As Emily spoke, she bumped him with her elbow and pretended to march out of the room.
Tom instantly grabbed her wrist and threw her to the ground recklessly. "Emily! Are you f*cking crazy!?" Pain pulsed through her veins, blurring her vision.
However, she recollected herself in the very next second.
She slowly got to her feet. "I want you to... Otherwise, I'l....." Tom cursed resentfully. He dragged her to the bed and pushed her onto the bed.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmEmily slowly sat up and grabbed Tom's tie seductively, pulling their chests together.
She was in no hurry to make the next move. Her fingertip played around his tie coquettishly. "Have you found out who senty e you my strip dancing video and chat records? Do you have any idea who's manipulating you to catchin the act?" Disgust grew within Tom at the mention of that night.
"I don't even want to know," he answered coldly.
Emily did not pursue the matter. She started kissing and caressing him amorously. Despite his clear disinterest, Tom had no other choice but to force himself to cooperate with her. When Xyla Quest parked her car in front of Quest Property Group's entrance, her phone vibrated.
Instead of rushing out of the car, she took her tsearching her phone in her bag and then took a look at the notification. She did not sleep well last night. Her head was heavy, and she felt exhausted even if she was sitting right now.
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