Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest) novel Chapter 1814

With his wife, Xyla Quest, Stanley Batton behaved in a charming manner.

However, in front of his staff, he could be incredibly aloof.

Despite his distant stance, he was still strikingly handsome.

Upon walking out of the conference room, Stanley leaned lazily against the wall and waited for Xyla to speak with a solemn expression on his face.

Xyla described everything she saw down at the mines in detail over the phone.

She also mentioned that she would send him pictures, even though he could already imagine the scenes in his mind as she described them in great detail.

However, the more he listened, the colder his facial expression became.

In the end, he looked like he was about to throw a tantrum.

Stanley remained silent while Xyla talked non-stop.

After she finished, she realized he was not replying to her.

“Darling? Are you listening?” Xyla asked in confusion.

Xyla was currently leaning against a pine tree halfway up the mountain with nobody else around so she could speak freely.

Stanley furrowed his brows. “Hmm…”

“Why haven't you said anything, then?” Xyla asked.

“Xyla…” Stanley began, sounding very serious.

Due to his tone, Xyla also matched his seriousness.

She immediately knew what her husband was thinking.

However, before she could speak, Stanley started first. “Xyla, please don't attempt anything dangerous like that again.”

Xyla nodded obediently. “I know, I know. Honestly, it wasn’t dangerous at all because I could see everything. That’s why I went down.”

His frown deepened again. “Even so, you must not take the risk. What if you reacted too slow and got injured? Have you thought about the consequences?

“I know.”

“Please, I’m begging you. Cherish your life. Do it for me,” he implored.

Suddenly, Xyla felt warmth spreading in the depths of her heart.

Xyla’s eyes turned red. “Yes, I know…”

“If you’re going to do something like this next time, tell me in advance. I’ll do it with you, whatever you want,” he said.

“Okay.”

“Xyla, live well. Your life is precious because your life matters not only to you but also to me,” Stanley said. “If you die, do you think I could live on my own?”

Xyla felt even more touched by what he said.

She sniffed. “I’ll be careful next time, Darling. I’m sorry.”

“Okay, I trust you.”