NovelEnglish"No..." Stanley Batton said before hugging Xyla Quest tightly, and the two engaged in a passionate exchange.
After a long while, Stanley finally let go of Xyla and carried her into the bathroom to get themselves cleaned up. Once they were done, Stanley chirpily headed downstairs to make breakfast.
Meanwhile, Xyla dragged her exhausted body over to the dressing table and sat in front of it.
When she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she noticed the red markings all over her body. A sense of devastation filled her.
Xyla realized there was a lot of covering up to do.
After a long, frustrated sigh, she poured a little bit of toner onto her hands and patted it against her face.
Beep, beep, beep...
Right then, her phone began to ring on the bed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtXyla immediately stood up and continued to pat her face while she walked over to the bed to pick up her phone. When she saw that the call was from her father, she smiled gently. She answered the call before returning to the dressing table. "Father..." "Hello, Xyla. Why don't you chwith Stan for lunch? I've got a lot of questions to ask both of you." Jeremy Quest had spoken in a very straightforward manner, but his tone was as gentle as usual. "I'll have to ask if he is free later. Letget back to you shortly," Xyla said.
"Okay," Jeremy said.
After hanging up the phone, Xyla continued to apply skincare products on her face and foundation while she looked in the mirror.
After half an hour of hard work, she proceeded to put on slight makeup.
Once she was done with her face, she started applying concealer on the exposed parts of her body. Search the Findwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
The markings only disappeared after several layers of concealer were applied.
Xyla then entered the closet to get changed into a professional-looking, black-and-white dress. After that, she headed downstairs and into the dining room.
By then, Stanley had finished preparing breakfast and was now setting up the table.
Xyla sat down casually and looked at him. "My father just called and asked us to have lunch back at his place. He also mentioned having questions for us. Do you have tfor it?" Xyla asked.
"I will have to make teven if I'm busy. It's an invitation from my father-in-law, after all." Stanley chuckled before placing a fork and knife on the plate of sunny-side-ups in front of her. He then sat down. "In that case, I'll let my father know that we'll be heading over at noon," Xyla said.
"Alright," Stanley said.
Xyla called Jeremy on the phone right away to tell him that she and Stanley would be heading over at noon. After that, she picked up her fork and knife and started to eat the delicious breakfast laid out before her.
Ding-dong... Ding-dong....
Ding-dong... Ding-dong...
The sound of the doorbell ringing interrupted the peace and warmth in the dining room.
Xyla instantly stood up and was about to head to the door.
However, Stanley stood up and stopped her. "I'll get it," he said.
With that, Stanley walked over to the surveillance monitor by the door.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe could see that it was Bailey Ronson standing outside the door.
He could clearly see marks from being whipped on her face and neck. It was a horrifying sight. Stanley deactivated the doorbell and returned to the dining room...
"Who cby?" Xyla asked curiously when she saw him returning.
"Take a guess," Stanley said with a m chuckle as he sat down on his seat.
"Bailey Ronson Xyla asked. "Yeah. I don't want to see her..." Stanley said.
"Okay," Xyla said.
"She was beaten up," Stanley added.
"Beaten up?" Xyla asked.
"Yeah. There were whip marks all over her face and neck," Stanley said.
"I bet Uncle Sullivan must have done it to her. I didn't actually think hem could be so cruel to Bailey." Xyla was a little shocked. Like RICH WOMEN? These women desperately want a mature men! JOIN NOW *Waming* these rich women will persue you.
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