Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)
Chapter 837

Mixed feelings piled up in her heart. She needed to vent, but there was nowhere for her to do so. Her grievance left her feeling breathless and weak.

A bolt of white-hot lightning streaked across the sky. A low rumble followed soon after.

In the next second, rain poured down in torrents.

The world was in chaos all of a sudden.

The same was true to her mood.

The conversation between Stanley Batton and Ron Batton echoed in her ears.

It hurt her over and over again.

Before today, she thought she was the happiest woman on earth, surrounded by endless love and joy.

However, when she heard the recording, she realized that...

Their love and care arose out of the blood flowing in her veins.

They were all acting for the sake of her blood.

Stanley disliked her. He hated her.

If what flowed within her was not Rhnull, the rarest blood type on earth, she would not have been chosen by him and lived such a prosperous life.

She loved him so much.

Yet, he hated her.

Hate...

Suddenly, all the memories between her and Stanley flashed before her.

They were so sweet, happy, and carefree. It all seemed like yesterday. Nonetheless, now that she thought of it, pure irony and disappointment were all that was in her heart. Drowning in a pool of longing memories caused her nothing but heartache.

Heartache itself was not scary. The scariest thing of all was that the relationship had caused her a great deal of heartache, but she could not even shed a tear. She could only bottle up her emotions. She felt very much like a pressure cooker that was about to explode due to excessive pressure.

Xyla inadvertently turned back and found Christopher Lancelot still in her room.

He was currently smoking and watching her.

The huge living room was filled with acrid smoke.

His pair of eyes were mysterious yet sorrowful.

Xyla subconsciously glanced at her wristwatch. It was already seven o'clock in the evening.

Christopher came to her room before six o'clock.

He had been staying here with her for over an hour. As he promised, he did not make a sound the entire time.

For a second, she was touched beyond words, emotions welling up inside her.

Taking a deep breath, she returned to the living room and slowly sat down beside Christopher.

Her eyes were still dry and red because she was crying before he came in.

"Are you feeling better?" Christopher asked.

"Can I have a cigarette?" Xyla stared at the cigarette between his fingers.

It was said that nicotine helped to anesthetize the nerves. At that instant, she really wanted to anesthetize herself.

Christopher picked up the box of cigarettes on the table and pulled out a cigarette from it without hesitation. He gently placed it between her lips, reached for the lighter embedded with white diamonds on the table, and then carefully lit the cigarette for her.

Xyla had never smoked before, but she had seen a lot of people smoking. She tried to mimic them, taking a deep breath when the flame was brought to the tip of the cigarette. As soon as she took a puff, the cigarette was lit.

Thick smoke swarmed into her lungs without warning.

She coughed incessantly at the pungent whiff. The veins in her neck stuck out, and her face turned pink.