All Chapters of Revenge of the Hideous Lady: Chapter 841 - Chapter 850

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

“I think you’re right. Judging from the way Stanley Batton treats you, I honestly don’t believe that he hates you.“I think he’s sincere. I understand men the most. If a man hates a woman, he’d never be so nice to her no matter how much wealth and glory she brings to him.”Christopher Lancelot strongly agreed with Xyla Quest. His admiration for her intelligence was only amplified as he spoke. “Let me put it this way. I think you shouldn’t be downhearted for the time being. Gather your thoughts and ask Stanley the truth. It’s better to ask him directly,” Christopher added. Xyla nodded obediently. She couldn't agree more. For a moment, she felt relieved…She really hoped that everything was just like what she had told Christopher.No matter what the truth was, she should confront it and talk to Stanley about it face to face. It was unfair to condemn Stanley based on that recording alone. Thinking of this, Xyla immediately turned to look at Christopher. “Thank you for helpin

“What about our marriage? Did Grandpa ask you to marry me because of my blood?” Xyla Quest got straight to the point. “Yes…” Stanley Batton replied truthfully, after which he took a puff at the cigarette. His curt answer made Xyla’s heart skip a beat. Xyla subconsciously took a deep breath before continuing, “Is that why you tried to approach me using every possible means in the first place? Are you nice to me because of my blood? You want to keep me by your side as your blood supplier, am I right?”Stanley frowned slightly. The puzzlement in his eyes gradually intensified. “What? Who the hell told you this kind of nonsense? How can you believe such a thing about me?”Xyla kept a straight face the entire time. “You don’t have to know who told me that. I’m asking you right now. Answer me. Yes or no?”Irritated by Xyla’s accusation, Stanley grumpily puffed at the cigarette a couple of times and threw it out of the car window. He then turned Xyla’s body to him, his hands on her s

“Therefore, the reason our paths crossed isn’t as simple as fate…“You know what happened next, including my feelings and all. I’ve told you before. I’m telling you all this because I want you to know that I really do love you. Xyla, we’re together because I love you. It has nothing to do with your blood.“If I were after your blood, how could I not hold back from touching you for two whole years after we got married? I’m with you because I love you. There’s no other reason.”Stanley Batton kept explaining. He tried his best to express his innermost feelings to Xyla Quest. Xyla felt at ease after discovering the truth behind their relationship. As she recalled her heedlessness, fury, and anguish when she first heard the recording, she could not help but laugh at herself. She could only blame herself for being overwhelmed by resentment. It was a moment of reckless impetuousness that caused her to lose her rationality. “Fine… I trust you, hubby.” Xyla nodded lightly. She then

Ron Batton gazed at them thoughtfully. Having no other choice, he nodded helplessly. “Okay then.”After that, Ron went upstairs, leaving the two alone in the living room. The two watched the old man until he was out of their sight. Making sure that he had gone upstairs, Stanley Batton placed his right hand behind Xyla Quest’s back, scooped her knees, and lifted her. “Let’s get some rest too. Hmm?”Xyla nodded. “Sure, but please put me down. You’re not feeling well recently, are you?”“Nah, that’s not true,” Stanley rebuked. “Your body should be frail when anemia kicks in.”“Do you think I’m weak?”“... Anyway, you should take care of yourself…” Xyla reminded him. “There is no need,” Stanley insisted.***The next day.At the Quest family’s house.Emily Quest and May Conner were observing Xyla’s house with binoculars from the rooftop. Xyla’s red Maserati and Stanley’s black Bentley Arnage were both in their line of sight. “Apparently, that blockhead went back last nig