NovelAppRon Batton gazed at them thoughtfully. Having no other choice, he nodded helplessly. "Okay then." After that, Ron went upstairs, leaving the two alone in the living room.
The two watched the old man until he was out of their sight. Making sure that he had gone upstairs, Stanley Batton placed his right hand behind Xyla Quest's back, scooped her knees, and lifted her. "Let's get srest too. Hmm?" Xyla nodded. "Sure, but please putdown. You're not feeling well recently, are you?" "Nah, that's not true," Stanley rebuked.
"Your body should be frail when anemia kicks in." "Do you think I'm weak?" "... Anyway, you should take care of yourself..." Xyla reminded him.
"There is no need," Stanley insisted.
*** The next day.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAt the Quest family's house.
Emily Quest and May Conner were observing Xyla's house with binoculars from the rooftop.
Xyla's red Maserati and Stanley's black Bentley Arnage were both in their line of sight. "Apparently, that blockhead went back last night." Emily sneered.
"Yeah. It's already eight o'clock, but the two haven't gone out yet. Do you think Xyla has laid her cards on the table? Maybe they've quarreled for the whole night." May raised her brows.
"No idea, but I think Xyla won't leap to any hasty conclusions before she finds out the truth. She'll first identify the recording's authenticity, then work out a plan to find out whether Stanley shares the sblood type as her," Emily mumbled.
"Is that so?" "No matter what's going on between the two of them now, they'll divorce in the end. That's inevitable. I'm sure they'll get into a big fight today." "That's great. I'm looking forward to it... " May coldly snorted.
Following that statement, May grabbed the glass of watermelon juice in front of her and finished it in one go. Search the Find Nøvelwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
She then contentedly got up from the couch and left the rooftop.
Seeing that, Emily immediately emptied her glass and hurried to May's side, leaving the rooftop together with her.
*** Meanwhile, at Xyla and Stanley's house, the lovebirds had just woken up in each other's warm embrace. Sunlight streamed golden through the white gauze curtains, shining softly on their huge bed. The two's complexions were as white as snow in the sunlight.
Just as Xyla was about to open her mouth and greet Stanley, a feeling of nausea surged within her and her stomach began to churn.
She immediately covered her mouth and retched.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmVery soon, the sour taste in her throat disappeared...
Stanley looked at her with a concerned face. "Are you okay?" Xyla shook her head. "I guess my stomach is messingup because I was starving last night."
"I'll make sbreakfast for you." Stanley jumped off the bed and went straight into the bathroom to wash up. Xyla did not get out of the bed. She lazily hugged the blanket and closed her eyes.
Once again, a wave of nausea swept over her.
However, it only lasted for a second this time.
Keeping her eyes shut, Xyla ignored it and got back to sleep.
After she and Stanley cback yesterday, they had cuddled and m chatted for a long tbefore falling for a long time. asleep. Her body was weak, and her mind was exhausted as a result of sleep deprivation.
She lay on the bed until Stanley walked out of the room. Only then did m she slowly sit up on the bed and sit ver stretched her back. Instead of getting herself ready, she reached for her laptop on the bedside table and flipped it open.
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