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Chapter 841

However, Christopher Lancelot quickly recollected himself and threw on his black racing suit. He then grabbed the black racing helmet on the passenger seat and carefully put it on. Xyla Quest hurried back into her car after putting down the visor on her helmet, ready for the race.

A minute later, Tucker took out a red flag from Christopher's trunk.

Without further ado, Xyla drove up to Christopher and pulled up next to his car.

Tucker walked away with the red flag and came to a halt about a meter away from their cars.

Immediately afterward, he waved the flag as hard as he could.

Seeing the red piece of cloth fluttering in the breeze, Xyla's and Christopher's cars zoomed ahead at once, like two horses that had escaped from their stables.

Christopher's driving skills were excellent. He effortlessly threw Xyla behind him by a distance of a car in no time.

Not to be outdone, Xyla instantly floored the pedal and started an endless chase.

From a car's distance to the distance of half a car, the gap between their racing cars gradually shortened. Finally, the red Ferrari and the white Porsche were driving alongside again.

Very soon, Xyla's car overtook Christopher's car and began speeding down the track.

The wind howled in her ears, and the engine's roars split her eardrums.

The excitement when her car picked up speed washed away all her worries.

Surpassing Christopher and becoming the champion were all that was on her mind right now.

The most special and exciting part of racing was that it could easily set one's heart on fire and trigger his utter desire to win.

No matter what kind of person one was, or how one felt after a long day, one would definitely turn into a different person once he got into the racing car. He would put all his enthusiasm into the race, and he would be hungry for success.

He was not going to think of anything else other than winning the game.

Halfway up the mountain, Xyla's car was already far ahead of Christopher's. The gap between them could at least fit two cars.

Christopher totally did not expect Xyla to be so talented in racing.

Initially, he was planning to go easy on her.

Nevertheless, he could not catch up with her now even if he tried his very best.

Looking at the red Ferrari whizzing ahead him, he felt a surge of adoration within him at that instant.

Xyla looked weak and soft but there was nothing she could not do.

She could run two companies, design a theme park, play computer games and race. Moreover, she was outstanding in all of them. The longer Xyla drove, the more exhilarated she felt.

She agilely rotated the steering, speeding down one dangerous curve after another and finally reaching the peak of the mountain.

After reaching the top, she whizzed past another menacing curve and went straight to the downhill track, going on breakneck speed. Christopher followed closely behind her. He had spared no effort in catching up with her.

He had never met a rival that was able to match his racing skills.

However, he had met one now...

On top of that, his opponent was a seemingly insignificant, easy-going, and weak little girl.

He was excited, and his blood was boiling hot.

He kept accelerating his car, hoping that he could overtake her.

Eventually, Xyla was the first to return to the starting point.

She stopped her car with a cool, impressive drift.

After Xyla returned to the starting point, Christopher's car appeared next to her about ten seconds later. Likewise, his car pulled up with a sharp drift.

Tucker and all the bodyguards were dumbstruck by the race...

Xyla got out of the car under the crowd's attention. She nimbly took off her helmet and flipped her hair...

A gust of wind blew in her face. Her hair danced in the breeze, looking incredibly graceful yet valiant. Her charisma fascinated Christopher.

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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.

Hearing that, Christopher quickly put on his helmet and hopped into his car too.

Just like that, the two set off and drove up the mountain again and again...

They were both deeply immersed in the thrill of racing until their cars almost ran out of gas. Only then were they willing to stop the race.

It was already half-past two in the morning.

Xyla was just about to get out of her red Ferrari when Christopher got in the car from the other side and plopped down on the passenger seat. Closing the car door, he agilely took off his helmet before turning to Xyla and carefully taking off hers.

"Thanks..." Xyla whispered.

She felt so much better after speeding along the racing track for countless laps.

Though the torment and heartache she suffered still haunted her from time to time, she felt a lot more relieved than before.

Her brain was much clearer too.

"It's my pleasure." Christopher added, "Are you feeling better now?"

Xyla nodded.

"I understand that you're not in the mood to talk about it, but I've accompanied you for so long... Can you at least tell me what's troubling you?

"What exactly happened to you? I'll keep it a secret for you if it's something personal. However, if you're being bullied or threatened, I'll definitely take revenge on that bastard."

"I'm a little older than you. You're not only my friend. I treat you like my sister. I hope you can treat me like your brother as well, and confide your distress to me..."

The sincerity in his tone only intensified with each word he spoke. He could not take his empathetic eyes off her face.

Xyla was not in her usual state for the entire night. He was really worried about her.

Xyla sighed. "Are you that curious?"

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Chapter 843

"Yes," Christopher Lancelot answered truthfully.

Xyla Quest shrugged helplessly, then stretched out her hand. "Give me another cigarette."

Christopher immediately took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and drew two cigarettes. He placed one cigarette between Xyla's lips and the other between his lips. Subsequently, he pulled out a lighter and lit the cigarette for Xyla.

After lighting hers, he lowered his head and lit his own.

The car was filled with smoke in a moment.

Christopher thoughtfully lowered the car window to prevent the acrid smoke from choking her.

A cool breeze touched the warmth of their cheeks, blowing away all the pungent smell of tobacco inside the car.

Outside the car, the sky was dark, and the moon was bright. The icy wind rustled the leaves and waved the branches.

A sudden gust of breeze greeted their car with the astringent scent of grass and soil, soothing Xyla's tangled mind and soul.

As she slowly calmed herself down, another thought suddenly appeared in her head...

She carefully took a puff at the cigarette. A prickly feeling instantly spread across her throat, but she tried not to cough. Smoke lingered in her lungs for a few seconds before she slowly exhaled.

Xyla did the same thing over and over again...

When she smoked about half a cigarette, a wave of dizziness suddenly washed over her.

She massaged her forehead while mumbling, "Why is my head so heavy?"

Christopher chuckled. "It happens when you smoke for the first time. You're just drunk.

"It feels pretty similar to when you have too much wine. Don't smoke too much, okay? Leave the remaining half aside," Christopher added.

"So that's how smoking feels like." Xyla smiled bitterly. She elegantly held the cigarette between her slender fingers and stopped smoking. Smoke continued to rise from the tip of the cigarette.

Finally, Xyla told Christopher the ins and outs and the recording she received during the exhibition.

Christopher's expression grew nastier with each word she spoke.

"F*ck! How dares Stanley feel annoyed with you!? The Batton family is so disgusting!" Christopher gritted his teeth.

Xyla nodded. "That's how I felt when I first heard the recording. However, now that I think of it, I wonder if there's some misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding? What kind of misunderstanding can it be?" Raw anger was stirring in Christopher's eyes. "The recording is there. The proof is there. What kind of misunderstanding are you expecting?" "Do you know that there are many sound-imitating experts out there? They're very good at imitating other people's voices.

"Once they've heard that person's voice, they can easily imitate his or her voice, and they sound exactly the same. They can even do it by simply listening to the description of that person's voice," Xyla explained.

"In fact, I was extremely mad when I first heard the recording. I was so depressed that my mind was in chaos.

"I couldn't even think straight. However, as I calm down now, I try to think about it again...

"I honestly think that the entire incident is not as simple as a misunderstanding," Xyla continued.

"What do you mean?" Christopher's eyes widened, attentive and brimming with curiosity. "It's impossible that the recording is fake, right?"

As soon as he said that, he realized what Xyla was talking about. "Oh, yeah... The audio clip can be faked... Those experts can imitate anyone's voice. Their voices can sound so similar that the professionals may fail to identify them."

Xyla nodded in agreement. "That's right. I shouldn't judge Stanley and his family based on this recording alone. I have just been overwhelmed by sadness just now..."

The more she thought about it, the clearer her mind was. She was confident that her guess was right.

The feelings that Stanley Batton and his family had for her seemed genuine.

Suddenly, Christopher snapped his fingers.

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Chapter 844

"I think you're right. Judging from the way Stanley Batton treats you, I honestly don't believe that he hates you.

"I think he's sincere. I understand men the most. If a man hates a woman, he'd never be so nice to her no matter how much wealth and glory she brings to him."

Christopher Lancelot strongly agreed with Xyla Quest. His admiration for her intelligence was only amplified as he spoke.

"Let me put it this way. I think you shouldn't be downhearted for the time being. Gather your thoughts and ask Stanley the truth. It's better to ask him directly," Christopher added. Xyla nodded obediently. She couldn't agree more.

For a moment, she felt relieved...

She really hoped that everything was just like what she had told Christopher.

No matter what the truth was, she should confront it and talk to Stanley about it face to face.

It was unfair to condemn Stanley based on that recording alone.

Thinking of this, Xyla immediately turned to look at Christopher. "Thank you for helping me to get this problem straightened out. Thanks for bringing me here to vent my frustration too." Christopher raised his hand, intending to stroke her hair. However, he changed his mind in the end. His hand froze about a centimeter away from her head.

He secretly withdrew his hand and shrugged. "It's the least I can do..."

"Give me a call if you're in a bad mood next time. I'll be there for you in return," Xyla replied.

"Sure." Christopher grinned. "I'll send you back first. Talk to him after you get home, alright? Don't worry so much. Follow your heart, and everything will be fine.

"Call me if you need help." As Christopher spoke, he grabbed Xyla's phone and unlocked it with her fingerprint. After that, he opened her contact app and saved two new numbers.

He named the first number 'Handsome Master Lancelot 1' and the other 'Handsome Master Lancelot 2'.

Xyla did not know whether to laugh or to cry when she saw that. Her mood was lifted instantaneously.

Seeing Xyla's lovely smile, Christopher's heart instantly leaped in joy.

He placed the phone back into her palm and beamed at her. "It's good to see you smile... Alright, time to send you home. Your man must be really anxious now." "Okay." Xyla nodded. "Wait a minute. You don't have to send me home. I can drive on my own after I pick up my car."

"Cut it out. Do you think I'd let you drive alone in the middle of the night?"

"It's fine..."

"Don't mention it again. Let's go."

Christopher got out of her car and got back to his car with that out of the way.

Xyla took off her racing suit and carefully folded it. She put it back into the glove compartment before starting the car.

Right at this moment, ear-splitting engine roars echoed from a distance.

Numerous car headlights shone brightly upon her.

Suddenly, her vision was painted in white, as if the flashes from the headlamps had illuminated her world.

Xyla peered at the rear-view mirror and found several sports cars accelerating in her direction.

The car headlights were too blinding, so she could not see the car plate numbers, not to mention the people in the cars.

Nonetheless, her intuition had already told her the identity of the people in the car.

Xyla immediately unbuckled her seat belt and gracefully got out of the car.

She calmly stared at the advancing sports car, the dazzling lights making her squint subconsciously.

A few seconds later, several sports cars surrounded her and pulled up in a circle.

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Chapter 845

The car headlights went out.

Everything became clear again.

As soon as Xyla Quest lifted her head, Stanley Batton's black Bentley Arnage came into her view. His car was right in front of her.

She saw that Stanley was sitting in the passenger seat with a gloomy face through the transparent windscreen, glaring coldly at her.

Stanley got out of the car before she could even react to his abrupt arrival.

After he got out of the car, Zack Cassidy motioned the other black-clad men to get off their respective cars and follow him.

Christopher Lancelot remained seated in his car with the car window halfway down. He propped his chin in his left palm while puffing at the cigarette, observing the group of men like a bystander. Xyla watched Stanley striding in her direction and stopped in front of her.

He glowered at Christopher before averting his wary gaze to their racing cars and Christopher's henchmen.

Very soon, his gaze fell upon Xyla again. He coldly questioned her, "Is this why you disappeared for the whole day? Just to race with Christopher?"

However, he noticed her puffy eyes in the very next second.

His heart softened at the sight of it; his eyes expressed his utter panic.

He immediately cupped her face with both of his hands and asked in a soft voice, "What happened to you? Hmm? Did you cry? Who bullied you? Hmm?" "You..." Xyla said.

At this moment, her heart was filled with mixed feelings.

Countless questions were swimming in her head, and she needed answers.

Though she had found a perfect explanation for that recording, she was still unsure of her assumption.

What would Stanley tell her next? She did not know whether his answer was what she wanted to hear.

"Me? I spoil you, and I care for you every day. Have I ever bullied you? It seems like you're the one bullying me now. Turning off your phone... Racing with some other guy at midnight behind my back..." Stanley gritted his teeth as he complained, his brows knitted in frustration.

Was she getting on his nerves?

Yes, she certainly was.

Nevertheless, his rage and resentment vanished as soon as he saw her pitiful look.

Sometimes, he wondered if Xyla was his nemesis.

"Xyla, talk with him, okay? I'd better get going. Bye." Christopher cleared his throat.

Following that statement, he casually threw his cigarette aside, made a U-turn, and left the racing circuit in a blink of an eye.

Tucker immediately hopped into the red Ferrari Xyla drove just now and floored the pedal.

The rest of Christopher's henchmen did the same and zoomed ahead, trying to catch up with their master.

Engine roars echoed in the racing circuit, and the pungent car exhaust polluted the air.

Xyla coughed uncomfortably, then cautiously looked at Stanley. "I have something to ask you..."

The man's eyebrows were slightly raised. "What?"

"Get in the car." Xyla pushed him away and got into his Bentley Arnage.

Stanley quickly followed suit and got into the car. He then stared at her attentively, waiting for her to begin her story.

"You... Are you suffering from a blood disease?" Xyla asked.

A glint of surprise flashed across Stanley's eyes. However, instead of answering her, the man lit a cigarette and took a long drag at it. It took him a while to reply to her unexpected question. "Yes. How did you know?

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Chapter 846

"What about our marriage? Did Grandpa ask you to marry me because of my blood?" Xyla Quest got straight to the point.

"Yes..." Stanley Batton replied truthfully, after which he took a puff at the cigarette.

His curt answer made Xyla's heart skip a beat.

Xyla subconsciously took a deep breath before continuing, "Is that why you tried to approach me using every possible means in the first place? Are you nice to me because of my blood? You want to keep me by your side as your blood supplier, am I right?"

Stanley frowned slightly. The puzzlement in his eyes gradually intensified. "What? Who the hell told you this kind of nonsense? How can you believe such a thing about me?"

Xyla kept a straight face the entire time. "You don't have to know who told me that. I'm asking you right now. Answer me. Yes or no?"

Irritated by Xyla's accusation, Stanley grumpily puffed at the cigarette a couple of times and threw it out of the car window. He then turned Xyla's body to him, his hands on her shoulders. "Look me in the eye, Xyla..."

Xyla lifted her head warily, anticipation and apprehension stirring within her.

Her heart threatened to escape through her throat.

"That's not true... As I told you before, I tried to approach you simply because I had a thing for you..." Stanley Batton wore a serious expression as he clarified himself.

Xyla immediately played the audio clip on her phone. "How do you explain this recording then?"

In the very next second, his conversation with Ron Batton echoed in the car.

The unexpected recording threw Stanley into a state of total confusion.

Xyla studied his expression. The suspense in her heart had finally found its peace at the sight of the man's reaction.

"What is this? Where did you get it from?" Stanley asked.

"Someone sent it to me."

"Would you believe me if I say that I've never had such conservation with Grandpa?" Stanley questioned her without turning an inch. "Really?" Xyla asked.

"I'm serious." Stanley's eyes were filled with only determination as he spoke.

Xyla was so relieved to find his explicit denial and sincere expression. It was such a great weight off her mind.

It seemed that his reaction was genuine. She was convinced that he was not acting.

"Where did you get this recording from?" Stanley pursued. "Is this why you went missing for the whole day and refused to go home?" "Yeah..."

"Someone must have faked the recording. I swear I've never said anything like that to Grandpa. I'll get this recording identified right now. It really isn't me... Please believe me, okay?" Stanley looked stern and solemn. His unblinking eyes were locked upon Xyla's, hoping to find a sign of trust from her.

Ever since he was a kid, he had everything under his control. He was very much like an aloof and remote king, overlooking his men from high above.

He hardly understood what it meant to be flustered.

However, at this moment, he broke out in a cold sweat, waiting for her response...

"Honey, I love you... I'd be struck by lightning if I ever get annoyed by you!" Stanley devoutly swore as he raised his middle three fingers in the air.

Xyla could not deny that there was no sign of deceitfulness in his eyes nor his expressions.

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Chapter 847

She was now more confident that her speculation was correct.

After pondering for a few seconds, she nodded and said, "Okay. I trust you."

Only then did Stanley Batton let out a deep sigh of relief. He immediately pulled her into his arms. "I'll have someone to check it out, and I'll prove to you that I'm not lying." Xyla Quest nodded.

The turmoil in her mind and heart had finally come to an end. It was as if beautiful flowers were blooming on a piece of desolate land again.

"You really do believe me, right?" Stanley gradually calmed himself down.

Xyla nodded once more. "After thinking about it for the whole day, I think I should trust you. I should give you a chance to explain yourself instead of accusing you based on that recording alone." Suddenly, Stanley felt a surge of warmth flowing in his veins. He was extremely touched.

He sighed and met Xyla's eyes. "Actually... I didn't plan to let you know about my disease, but since you have brought it up... I guess I should be honest with you so you won't imagine things...

"I... I have congenital dyserythropoietic anemia, and I need irregular blood transfusions. I have the same blood type as you; that is the rare Golden Blood.

"When I was a kid, Grandpa had searched all over the world to find a boy with the same blood type with me just to keep me alive...

"He was my blood donor. He would supply his blood to me from time to time. One day, Grandpa found you, and he was overjoyed.

"To ensure I could undergo consistent blood transfusion even if something bad happened to that boy, touch wood, Grandpa came up with this idea. He thought of using marriage to bind the two of us together.

"At first, I disagreed with him because I didn't think it was necessary. Furthermore, I didn't want to marry a girl I didn't like just because of her blood.

"However, I failed to convince him in the end. He threatened me that I would never be given a chance to inherit the company if I didn't listen to him.

"Hence, I compromised... After we got married, Grandpa had thought of various ways to bring us together.

"I managed to see through him and run away every time, until the night we had sex.

"In fact, we didn't end up in the same room by chance. It was all Grandpa's plan. He knew that you were at the bar that night, so he called me.

"He said that he had something urgent to tell me and asked me to meet him in a private room upstairs. I didn't think much about it. I went straight to that room and waited for him.

"At the same time, he had someone add something to Georgie's and your drinks.

"In addition to the drug that made you drunk faster, he also added something that triggered your sexual desire.

"His goal was to get you both so drunk that you couldn't leave the bar and would then get a room upstairs.

"As he expected, the two of you went to book a room that night. While you were in the toilet, he had someone unlock my door before swapping the number plate on my door with the one on your door. "Subsequently, you went into my room, and the drug in your body started to kick in, and... We made out."

Stanley recounted the night they first met in earnest.

After listening to the story, Xyla finally understood why she had entered the wrong room that night. She did not mistake her room number indeed.

It was all planned out by her master.

Besides, her body was burning not because of the glass of water in the room, but because of the alcohol she had drank at the bar...

The drug just happened to kick in after she drank the glass of water...

After all, her first night with Stanley was not a coincidence but a flawless trap..

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Chapter 848

"Therefore, the reason our paths crossed isn't as simple as fate...

"You know what happened next, including my feelings and all. I've told you before. I'm telling you all this because I want you to know that I really do love you. Xyla, we're together because I love you. It has nothing to do with your blood.

"If I were after your blood, how could I not hold back from touching you for two whole years after we got married? I'm with you because I love you. There's no other reason."

Stanley Batton kept explaining. He tried his best to express his innermost feelings to Xyla Quest.

Xyla felt at ease after discovering the truth behind their relationship.

As she recalled her heedlessness, fury, and anguish when she first heard the recording, she could not help but laugh at herself.

She could only blame herself for being overwhelmed by resentment. It was a moment of reckless impetuousness that caused her to lose her rationality.

"Fine... I trust you, hubby." Xyla nodded lightly. She then looked at Stanley worriedly. "Your anemia... Can it be cured?"

Stanley smiled bitterly. "No. I can only go for a blood transfusion when my anemia is playing me up. Do you remember the needle marks on my arm? They're left behind every time I go for a blood transfusion. In fact, the guy who called me that night wasn't a doctor but my blood donor."

"Do you have to go for a blood transfusion so many times when you have anemia?" Xyla asked.

"In the past, once was enough. However, my need for blood has worsened for the past two years," Stanley lamented.

"Take my blood if you need it in the future," Xyla said sincerely.

Her truthfulness warmed his heart. "Nah, we'll talk about that another time. That man alone can satisfy my need for the time being."

Xyla's heart ached as she looked at Stanley. "I'll find a way to cure your disease. You can't just live like this."

If his need for blood became increasingly greater, as he said, two people simply might not be able to satisfy his need in the future.

If his condition progressed to that point and they could not find the third person to supply him the blood, he might die.

She would never allow that to happen.

"It's impossible. Grandpa has been doing research on my disease over the years. He has gone through all the medical books from the ancient time to the modern days. It can't be cured. Undergoing blood transfusions is the best I can do at the moment." Stanley added, "Don't worry. I'll be fine."

"What if that man and I can no longer satisfy your need?" Xyla asked.

"Well, Grandpa told me that it's not going to happen. Two people are enough to keep me alive, even if the worse comes to the worst," Stanley explained.

Though he tried to reassure her, Xyla was still extremely worried about his illness.

Uneasiness flooded her heart, drowning her soul.

She was going to cure Stanley no matter what.

Stanley pinched his forehead helplessly and changed the subject. "I'll find out who sent you the video and how he or she got the recording. I promise that I'll give you an explanation. Thank you for trusting me." "I guess Emily's behind it again but... We never know until we find out the truth," Xyla said.

"No matter who it is, I'm going to knock him dead after I find out his true identity." Stanley snorted coldly.

Xyla held his hand. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have doubted you."

Stanley shook his head and caressed her face lovingly. "It's okay. I believe anyone who heard the recording would have the same reaction as you. I admit that the recording sounds legit." Xyla curled her fingers around his and gripped his hand tightly.

"However, can you please come to me if anything is troubling you? You can scold me and beat me if you're in a bad mood. But, don't go to some other guy," Stanley warned her earnestly. Xyla nodded and giggled. "What's wrong with you? Are you jealous?"

Stanley frowned slightly. "Shouldn't I be jealous?"

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Chapter 849

Xyla Quest immediately explained to Stanley Batton how he met Christopher Lancelot and why he brought her here to race.

The man remained expressionless after listening to her explanation.

Xyla knew that he was jealous.

She threw her arms around his neck and pouted. "Don't be angry with me. Okay?"

Stanley sighed helplessly. "Xyla, what should I do with you?"

Sometimes, he really did not know what to do with her.

No matter how angry he was, his heart instantly melted when she was affectionate.

There were times when he compromised just by looking at her face.

Xyla's smile widened. "Hmm... If you have no idea what to do with me, keep on spoiling me like a princess then."

The corners of Stanley's soft lips gradually curved upward into a slight smile.

"Are we good now?" Xyla asked. "You're not jealous anymore, right?"

Stanley gently tapped her nose and teased, "You're really something, Xyla."

"Shall we go home?" Xyla asked.

Stanley started the car and departed right away.

Zack Cassidy and the rest quickly caught up with him.

Like an arrow released from a bow, the black Bentley Arnage whizzed through the highway with a fleet of luxury cars behind him.

The engines roared in the moonlight as if they were going to tear the sky apart.

The cars sped all the way back home.

When the two arrived at their house, they noticed that the living room was still as bright as daylight.

Ron Batton had not slept.

He was currently sitting in front of the coffee table, playing chess alone.

Guilt crept all over Xyla when she caught sight of the old man.

She had doubted him because of that recording...

She had doubted her dear master, who had been treating her like his granddaughter...

For a second, she felt like her heart was broken into million pieces.

Noticing that Stanley had returned with Xyla, Ron anxiously walked up to them and stared at Xyla. "Where have you been? We couldn't reach you the whole day! We were both worried sick! We thought you go yourself into some big trouble."

"I... I was just in a bad mood, so I went for a walk," Xyla muttered.

"Why are your eyes swollen? Have you been crying? What happened to you? Did this brat bully you? Or did someone else bully you? Tell me. I'll settle it for you."

Ron's face clouded over as soon as he saw Xyla's puffy eyes.

Warmth spread in Xyla's heart. "Nah, it's not what you think. It's a long story. Grandpa, it's late now. Why don't you get some rest first? We'll talk about it in the morning." Ron ignored her and glared at Stanley. "Did you do anything that hurt Xyla's feelings?"

Stanley shrugged innocently. "No, I didn't. I'll explain it to you tomorrow morning. You should go to bed now."

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Chapter 850

Ron 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 some rest too. Hmm?"

Xyla nodded. "Sure, but please put me down. 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.

At 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 same blood 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.

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.

Very 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 messing me up because I was starving last night."

"I'll make some breakfast 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 came back yesterday, they had cuddled and chatted for a long time before falling 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 she slowly sit up on the bed and stretched her back. Instead of getting herself ready, she reached for her laptop on the bedside table and flipped it open.