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“Five Batton, don’t force me to take out cash from the ATM.” Xyla was adamant about returning the
money.
Giving no response, he continued to push the cart forward as if there was a barrier around him,
shutting everyone out.
Once at home, the two unpacked everything they bought, putting them in their rightful places. After
that, they sat on the snow-white carpet, taking the cleaning robots out of their boxes and putting one on
each floor.
When everything was done, both returned to the living room and sat down on the sofa.
Stanley took out his phone, opened up the Gentleman’s Club chat room, and read the chat records with
an impassive look on his face. Once inside, he saw himself tagged in dozens of messages. More than
ten of them were only tags without content. Frowning slightly, he kept his composure as he continued
to scroll up.
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Slender fingers swiftly typed in words. “… Any opinions?”
Henry replied. “Screaming. marmota.jpeg”
Right after that, his WeChat voice call notification began to ring. The caller was Sebastian Brenand.
Remembering that her mopping robot required water, Xyla grabbed the robot and the necessary tools
and went into the toilet on the first floor.
Stanley casually answered the call, pinching his nose bridge gently. “What’s up?”
On the other end, Sebastian chuckled. “Not much. Your brothers are just curious about your
development with our sister-in-law.”
“Busybodies,” Stanley responded coldly.
“That’s mainly because we can’t tell, do you understand? When you were in school, didn’t the teacher
teach you to ask if there’s something you don’t know?” Sebastian had no intention of letting Stanley go.
Stanley kept quiet.
“Tss… Ah…”
A yelp of pain could be heard from the washroom. Stanley heard it correctly. His pupils instantly dilated.
He immediately hung up the call, tossed the phone away, and ran into the washroom.
Upon entrance, he saw Xyla running the wound on her right index finger under the tap.
The water flowing into the white basin was slightly pink. On the floor was a broken bottle of La Mer
essence.
“What happened?” He looked concerned.
“I accidentally broke that bottle of essence. I wanted to pick it up, but I cut myself instead.”
Browning slightly, he grabbed her right wrist and carefully examined the wound on her finger. The cut
was deep. Once she removed it from under the running tap, blood seeped out again.
Stanley held the finger to his lips and lightly suckled on it, being extra gentle.
That warm sensation made Xyla’s body shudder before she became frozen stiff.
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“You… Don’t have to do this. It’ll be fine after rinsing it for a bit and putting on some antiseptic
medicine.” She subconsciously struggled, trying to withdraw her hand.
“Don’t move. Behave.” His tone was calm but indescribably domineering. He clamped on to her wrist
tightly, giving her no chance to struggle.
Xyla felt as if she was being electrocuted once more.
Without realizing it, her heart started beating fast again. Even her ears were burning red.
He suckled on it for a bit before putting her finger back under the tap, rinsing it.
When she struggled, he grabbed on tighter. After a while of rinsing, he finally let her go. “Is there any
band-aid and antiseptic at home?”
“Yeah. It’s in the drawer of the living room’s coffee table.” Xyla nodded, still feeling numb from the
electric sensation.
“Let’s go.” He held her wrist gently and led her back to the living room, making her sit on the sofa.
Then, Stanley leaned down to pull out the coffee table’s drawer and found some antiseptic cotton balls
and a band-aid.
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