The Ugly Lady Strikes Back novel Chapter 647

Stanley Batton started chuckling next to Xyla Quest’s ear…

Xyla quickly grabbed his phone and opened the photo album.

“During dinner tonight, Mom told me about your snowy plum painting. I saw it on Weibo too. You’re amazing, darling,” Stanley praised Xyla generously. There was a look of approval in his eyes, but his smile was not quite apparent.

Xyla smiled without saying anything. “To be honest, it’s not that great… I never thought I was amazing or anything…”

“Here, have it back,” Xyla said before returning Stanley his phone.

“Put it back where you took it from…” Stanley’s voice sounded like a cello. There was an attractive quality to it.

“In your dreams,” Xyla said as she blushed.

“Good girl… Do what you’re told to,” Stanley said.

“No,” Xyla refuted.

“If you don’t, you’ll be punished,” Stanley said.

With that, Stanley pressed his body against hers.

Suddenly, Xyla’s heart began to pound. She subconsciously pressed against his chest while she chuckled. “Stop it…” she complained.

“I never knew you could paint…” Stanley said.

“What other talent are you hiding from me? Hmm?” he added.

“There’s a lot more that you don’t know,” Xyla said.

“For example?” Stanley asked.

“Do you want to know? You’ll find out eventually…” Xyla said.

“I don’t want to find out eventually. I want to know right now,” Stanley said.

With that, Stanley pressed his lips against Xyla’s passionately.

With that, Xyla quickly returned upstairs.

Right then, Stanley was leaning against the headboard of the bed, seemingly wide awake. He covered his lower body with a thin, white sheet while he smoked.

His muscular chest, perfect abs, and the sexy lines around his obliques were fully visible.

A picture of him taken from any angle would look perfect.

“Where did you go?” Stanley looked up at her slowly with a smile on his face.

Xyla climbed onto the bed and lay down. “I put the flowers you gave me into vases. I was afraid they might wilt the next morning…”

“Are you all done?” Stanley turned off the lights and lay down before pulling her into his arms.

Xyla obediently rested her head on his chest as she clung to his body like an octopus. “Yeah… I like roses a lot,” she said.

“Do you?” Stanley asked.