Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)
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?"