Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest) novel Chapter 469

After staying at Catherine Batton’s ward for some time, Stanley Batton decided to push Xyla Quest back to her ward.

Georgie Clementine followed closely behind them.

As soon as the three of them set foot into the ward, Stanley placed his hands around Xyla’s back and knees and lifted her up carefully. After putting her down on the bed, he thoughtfully grabbed a large pillow and placed it behind Xyla so that Xyla could lean on it comfortably.

Xyla’s heart was still fluttering and pounding as she looked at the man in front of her.

“You should stay with Catherine and look after her. I can take care of myself,” she said.

“She will be fine with so many nurses around her.” Stanley reassured her before pulling a chair to sit beside her.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to leave her alone. I have Georgie with me so don’t worry about me,” Xyla continued to insist.

“Have you washed your face?” Stanley asked as he ignored her demand.

Xyla shook her head in response.

Immediately, he got up and headed straight to the bathroom.

Georgie was astonished by Stanley’s decision and his sincerity to care for Xyla. Xyla was merely his non-blood related, temporary wife while Catherine was his own sister, sharing the same blood as his.

However, he was willing to leave his sister alone just to look after Xyla.

In particular, Xyla was not even on her own but accompanied by her.

She could clearly feel that Xyla’s position in Stanley’s heart was unique and irreplaceable.

“Georgie, I think you should go back first since he’s staying around.” Xyla said as their eyes met.

Georgie did not say anything much. She simply urged Xyla to take care of herself and bid a brief farewell. Then, she paused and stared deep at the bathroom for a moment before she turned away and walked out of the ward.

After Georgie had left, Stanley returned to Xyla’s side with a basin of warm water in his hands.

There was a snow white towel hung on his right lower arm. Despite that it was a cheap towel just like any other towels out there, it seemed exceptionally classy the way it was placed on his body.

“Where’s Georgie?” he asked.

On the other end of the phone, Zack had already fallen asleep.

His eyes opened slowly as he heard the vibration of his phone. Stretching his hand, he grabbed his phone and took a look at the incoming message.

Blurred and confused, his gaze shifted from the message to the time shown on the top right corner. It was nearly eleven o’clock at night.

Zack heaved a deep sigh of helplessness while he sat up weakly, all the time mumbling to himself. ‘Love can make one crazy indeed.’

He ruffled his hair and began typing on his phone. “Are you asking on behalf of your friend again?”

Stanley cleared his throat to conceal his charade as he replied Zack with a simple ‘Yes’.

Yawning in sleepiness, Zack ran his fingers across the keyboard again:

“There are two possibilities in general. Firstly, the girl has a thing on your friend. She’s trying to attract his attention by acting cold toward him.”

“As for the second one, the girl is simply upset during that period of time because she encountered someone or something that made her unhappy, such as having her period.”