Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

After dinner, Josh drove Xyla home. Throughout the journey, he remained silent with a deep frown on his face. Since it was very
dark in the car, Xyla did not notice any changes in his facial expression.
When they arrived at the entrance to the Quest family’s villa, the car came to a stable halt. During the meal, Xyla had drunk a bit
of red wine. Although she did not think it was a lot at the time, she was beginning to feel the effects kicking in now. Josh drove
her all the way to the front of her house.
Once the car stopped in front of the main building, Xyla turned around to look at him. “Thank you for sending me home. Get back
safely. Goodnight.” Closing the car door behind her, she started to walk towards her house.
“Hold on...” said Josh, getting out of the car.
The cold northern wind made both Xyla and Josh shiver a little.
“Whenever and wherever you need help, you can come to me. Even if we can’t be lovers, I hope we can still be good friends,”
said Josh sincerely with a heart-warming smile on his face. “Alright. I’m getting into the car,” he added, getting back into his car.
Xyla waved at him as he did so. Josh stayed where he was while a tear silently rolled down his cheek, but nobody else noticed it.
Standing at the balcony, Stanley witnessed the whole scene in the courtyard. He took a long puff from his cigarette. His dark
eyes were narrowed such that no emotion was apparent.
***
When Xyla returned home, she received a message from Georgie, confirming that Mary would be imprisoned for a month. A
smile appeared on her face as she read the message.
After getting out from Josh’s car, she looked up at the sky which was filled with bright stars. The lights in the house were still on.
In the cold, winter night, this was enough to lift her spirits. Xyla did not realize when it began, but she had become used to the
routine of returning home to a house full of light. Pieces of soft and pretty snowflakes fell from the sky. Not long after, they landed
on her face and her hair. Although her body felt cold, her heart was warm.
When Xyla entered the house, she was greeted with warm air. She changed into her slippers before walking to the living room.
With nobody around, the house felt unusually quiet. After taking her large, white coat off, she immediately went upstairs.

Just as she arrived at her own room, the door of the room next to hers suddenly opened. Stanley walked out holding an empty
glass.
Wearing only a black silk robe loosely around him, his muscular chest was fully visible. He gave off a sexy and lazy vibe. His fair
skin appeared unusually bright against the contrasting black-colored fabric. At one glance, he seemed cold and spotless, but
also noble.
There was nothing gangster-like about him. Instead, his body was telling of an elite businessman.
“You’ve returned,” said Stanley calmly with his usual indifferent facial expression. He slowly walked over to Xyla.
“Yeah,” she answered softly, sounding demure as usual. Although she did not sound drunk, her voice was surprisingly
intoxicating. The alcohol was now kicking in. Losing her balance, Xyla leaned forward and fell against Stanley’s body.
Despite the layers of clothing between them, she could feel the warmth of a man’s body seeping into hers. Xyla’s heart started
beating faster while her body froze.
“Throwing yourself at me?” Stanley asked with a lowered voice. There was a playful smile on his face and a mysterious look in
his eyes.
Xyla could feel his warm breath against the top of her head and also around her earlobes. Her body shivered. Her heart was
beating so fast that it was getting a little difficult to breathe.
“I’m sorry. The alcohol I had tonight is kicking in a little too strongly,” she said.
Quickly standing up straight, she prepared to step away from him. But as soon as she took the first step, she felt a sharp pain in
her scalp.
“Ouch...” Xyla murmured while she subconsciously rubbed her head.
“Don’t move. Your hair is stuck to the button in front of my chest,” said Stanley, wrapping his arm around her. His chin was right
above her head. The way they were positioned made it instantly appear as if Xyla was a cute and helpless-looking girl.