Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)
Chapter 805

Xyla Quest did not sleep well that night.

Strange dreams had kept her tossing and turning all night. In her dreams, different people were chasing after her, and she was constantly running for life. At seven o'clock in the morning, her eyes snapped open.

Ripples of pain seared through her brain in the very next second.

She held her heavy head, her hands subconsciously flailing around the empty spot beside her, only to find that Stanley Batton was not there anymore. The bedsheet was cold. He must have gotten up long ago.

Xyla casually stretched her arms, then went into the bathroom with confounding buzzing in her head.

When she set foot into the bathroom, her gaze inadvertently fell upon the laundry basket at the corner. There was a bloodstain on the white dress shirt.

She recognized it right away. Stanley wore that shirt yesterday.

Xyla instantly picked up the shirt and took a closer look at the stain.

The bloodstain was near the upper sleeve. It was not big, only about the size of the thumb.

What was this about?

Did he accidentally hurt himself last night?

"Honey, your breakfast is ready." A cello-like gravelly voice echoed in the room, interrupting her thoughts.

Xyla looked in the direction of the sound and found Stanley standing in the doorway. He was wearing a black silk housecoat, looking elegant yet extraordinary. Noticing his white shirt in Xyla's hands, the man strode forward and took the shirt from her, throwing it back into the laundry basket. "Why are you holding my shirt?" Xyla did not answer his question. She straight away rolled up his sleeves.

Soon, the new injection mark on Stanley's left arm came into her sight. She clearly remembered that the mark was not there yesterday morning.

Did he have another infusion?

Was that bloodstain from the infusion?

She remembered that his shirt was clean before he went out last night.

Did he go to the hospital for an infusion after he left the house?

"What's going on? Did you get another infusion yesterday? What's that bloodstain on your shirt? Is it because of the infusion?" Xyla asked eagerly.

"Yeah."

"Are you not feeling well?" A glint of concern flashed across her eyes.

"Well, I felt like I wasn't fully recovered yet, so I went to get another infusion."

"The one who called you yesterday was a doctor, right?"

"Yeah. I was supposed to go during the day, but I did not. Hence, he gave me a call, urging me to go to the hospital." "That doctor is dedicated indeed. He called you in the middle of the night just to remind you about your infusion," said Xyla. "Well, yeah... He's my close friend," Stanley stuttered.

"Let me take your pulse. I'd better check on my own. Maybe it's not a simple cold." Xyla reached for his hand as she spoke.

However, the man flung her hand away and grabbed her waist, pulling her into his arms. "It's just a cold. Don't worry about it. I'm alright now, and I don't have to go to the hospital anymore." "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. You haven't washed up, right? Hurry up. Breakfast is getting cold." Stanley gently stroked her hair while studying her features adoringly.

Xyla nodded in response. She turned to the sink and started washing up without a second thought.

On the other hand, Stanley threw all the dirty clothes from the basket into the washing machine. He poured some laundry detergent into the machine and pressed the 'ON' button.

***

After the pair had finished their breakfast, Xyla put on simple makeup and left the house with Stanley.

Stanley drove his black Bentley Arnage, whereas Xyla sat on the passenger seat beside him.

When their car drove up to the gate, a black Audi came to a halt next to them.

There was a series of zeros on the license plate. The number was very unfamiliar to Xyla.

Nonetheless, her eyes were brimmed with bewilderment as soon as she caught sight of the man inside the car.