Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)
Chapter 836

The black-clad men nodded courteously and answered in unison, "Yes, sir!"

Christopher Lancelot took one last look at them before shutting the door. Stretching his long arm, he grabbed Xyla Quest's wrist and forced her onto the door. He propped his right hand against the door panel while his other proceeded to cup her chin. "Tell me. What happened to you? Hmm? Did Stanley Batton bully you? Did he do something that upset you?"

She would not be here alone if she had not had a conflict with Stanley Batton.

Her red eyes stabbed his heart.

At that instant, he thought Miranda was crying in front of him.

"There's nothing wrong with me. Let go of me." Xyla dropped her head, avoiding eye contact with him.

Once she finished her sentence, she gently pushed him away and returned to the living room, sitting down on the beige sofa.

Though Christopher had saved her life before, they were not close, and they did not even know much about each other. There was no point telling him what she had just found out about her marriage.

"If you have nothing important to tell me, please just go ahead and do what you're supposed to do. Leave me alone. Thank you, Master Lancelot, for your concern," Xyla said again.

Christopher immediately walked up to her and sat down next to her. He forcibly turned her body, his hands clutching her shoulders. "Tell me. What did he do to you? How did he bully you? Did he cheat on you? Show me how that b*tch looks like! I'll kill her!"

"It's not what you think..."

"What is it then?"

"It's fine if you don't want to talk about it. I'll go find Stanley now and question him!"

"Master Lancelot, all I need is a little peace. I don't want to talk about those problems anymore... Can't you just leave me alone?" Xyla was not in the mood to talk about it. Peace and silence were what she needed the most right now.

Christopher studied her face thoughtfully, hesitated for a few seconds, and then nodded. "Okay... I won't ask you anymore, but you can always talk to me if you want to."

Xyla heaved a sigh of relief and closed her eyes. "I know you're busy. Don't care about me. I want to be alone."

"Look at yourself. How can I just leave you on your own here? I'm not a man if I step out of this room," Christopher rebuked.

"I don't need company." She only needed some time to herself so she could process everything that happened between her and Stanley.

"I'll keep quiet then. I promise I won't make a sound. I'll just sit here watching you." Christopher was afraid that she would take things too hard and do something stupid. Although she did not tell him what exactly was going on between her and Stanley, he could sense that something serious and unforgivable had happened. Otherwise, Xyla would not have acted like that.

Stanley must have done something that hurt Xyla's feelings.

As he pondered about it, his face clouded over.

Stanley Batton!

He angrily yelled that bastard's name in his heart, his hands subconsciously balling into fists.

"You don't have to do that..." Xyla rejected.

Christopher did not give her any response. He did not say he would leave, nor did he say he was going to stay here.

He lit a cigarette and quietly smoked, using silence to prove his determination.

The kindness in his eyes gradually faded amidst the smoke...

His eyes were dark with some unfathomable emotion.

Xyla's mind was in a mess right now. She had no energy to argue with him. Hence, she ignored him and walked to the balcony, her hair billowing in the breeze. Christopher did not follow her to the balcony. He remained seated on the sofa and watched her from afar.

He was waiting.

He was waiting for Xyla to feel better and tell him what happened to her.

Xyla sat alone at the balcony until the skies were painted in black and the city lights shone neon into the night.

She seemed to have fallen into a bottomless pit.

Her body was as weak as a bubble as if it was going to break at the slightest touch.

Xyla wanted to cry, but her eyes were dry and dull. Perhaps she was too sad, or maybe she had used up all her tears just now. No matter how miserable she felt, she just could not cry anymore.