Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest) novel Chapter 1970

Xyla Quest rubbed her belly gently, a strong sense of joy filling her heart.

Stanley Batton strolled in just as she was about to turn off the lights, attired casually in black and looking elegant and tall.

He laid down next to her after turning off the lights, his arms wrapped around her. “Why were you playing this late? Don’t you have work tomorrow?”

“I do, I just haven’t played for a long time. I couldn’t resist it,” she answered.

“Are you still a child?” Stanley sounded somewhat helpless.

“I really couldn’t resist it. I had far too fun,” she said.

“Such a kid.”

He rubbed his chin against the top of her head, smelling the light scent of roses as he hugged her tightly in his arms.

Inhaling deeply, he gently kissed her on the lips. “I’ll wait until after the baby is born.”

He tightened his hug. “Let’s sleep, kiddo.”

Xyla’s heart was beating rapidly, but she remained quiet. Closing her eyes, she leaned against his chest. She fell asleep to the beats of his heart and the sounds of his breaths.

***

The next morning, Stanley was no longer in bed when Xyla awoke.

The thick curtains kept the room dark, so she couldn’t tell if it was dawn or dusk.

Reaching for her phone, she checked the time and saw a news article popping up on her screen.

“Quest Group, X Entertainment, and Dragon Group’s stock prices are still soaring after the launch of the Resurrection Pill.”

Xyla applied a layer of skincare on her face, then returned to her room to sit in front of the dressing table.

She applied her makeup intricately today due to her high spirits, choosing a peach-colored theme.

Her cheeks were pink, and she appeared unusually alert.

After ensuring her makeup was flawless, she entered the closet and chose the outfit for work today.

Her phone rang just as she began to select her outfit.

Georgie Clementine was calling.

“I have good news for you,” Georgie said, unable to hide her excitement.

Xyla continued to select her outfit while she asked with interest. “What is it? Are you getting married?”