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Xyla Quest kept her body still and tried not to move. Any slight movement might result in her body
touching Stanley Batton. The light scent of cigarettes mixed with mint smelled unbelievably good.
“Take it,” Xyla said before quickly shoving the phone into Stanley’s hand. She did not dare to look him
in the eye at all.
The crystal lights that glowed brightly above Xyla’s head made her demure expression seem even
more striking. Without realizing it, Xyla had accidentally moved in such a way that a strand of hair on
her forehead lightly scraped against Stanley’s distinctive lips. It felt as if the tingling sensation was
traveling to his heart.
Slowly, Xyla pressed her body tightly against the wall as she slid downward and eventually escaped
from an open gap below his arm.
With a single hand, Stanley unlocked his phone. When he saw that the money had been accepted, he
raised his brows slightly to look at Xyla’s slightly pinkish face.
“You really won’t stop until you get what you want,” he said.
“For sure,” Xyla said softly before quickly sitting on the bed. She then fished for her phone in her pocket
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtbefore shifting her attention to Instagram.
All this while, Xyla could feel her face buming. The light redness continued to spread to her ears.
“This is the first time I’ve seen someone going all out to return money,” Stanley said as he slowly
returned to his seat.
Since the two of them were barely half a meter apart, they could clearly see each other’s facial
expressions.
“It’s also the first time I’ve seen someone refuse money being returned to them,” Xyla replied unhappily
with a slight frown.
“Do you want to be my sugar mommy that badly?” He asked calmly.
“Sugar mommy? I think you’re using an inappropriate term,” Xyla quickly said.
Why did she find it strange when he was the one who said those words?
Stanley said nothing as he smiled and continued to play with his phone.
After that, Xyla did not say anything else. She opened her email inbox and began reading the work
emails Georgie Clementine had sent her.
Time passed by in silence.
Once Xyla was done going through her email inbox, she began to feel a little sleepy. She lowered her
gaze to the Dior diamond watch on her wrist.
It was already almost eleven.
When she looked up, she saw that Stanley was already fast asleep with his back against the couch.
While his head rested against the armrest, his long eyelashes, high nose-bridge, and perfect j awline
were all fully visible to her.
Right then, the third button below his collar was also open. Thus, his muscular chest was vaguely
visible. At that moment, the coldness about him had disappeared somewhat He seemed much more
approachable. But even when he was asleep, he had a dominating presence.
Slowly, Xyla stood up before silently opening the door. She discovered that her father was still
practicing Tai Chi. When she looked down at her watch, it was already half-past eleven.
Jeremy had been practicing Tai Chi for over an hour. From the looks of it, he had no intention of
stopping anytime soon. If this went on, Xyla would not be able to stay awake any longer.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Dad, aren’t you going to sleep?” Xyla could not resist asking.
“I’m not sleepy yet. I’ve discovered a new technique, and I’m practicing right now. Xyla, you two should
go to bed earlier,” Jeremy said before he continued.
Xyla pinched her nose bridge helplessly before picking up a thin, white duvet and pulled it over
Stanley’s body.
As soon as she did so, Stanley slowly opened his eyes. He pinched his nose bridge tiredly before
looking at Xyla.
“What time is it?” He asked.
“It’s half-past eleven, but my father isn’t going to bed yet. Why don’t you rest with your eyes closed for
a while? I think it’s going to take some time,” Xyla said.
“Alright.” Although Stanley agreed to Xyla’s suggestion, he took his phone out and proceeded to read
through work emails.
After Xyla returned to bed, she sat cross-legged and plugged in her earphones to watch videos of the
trainees’ assessment Georgie had sent her earlier today.
Trainees of X Entertainment had to go through an assessment every month. They needed to sing and
dance with the aid of specific settings. If their performance worsened over three consecutive tries
during those such assessments, they would be eliminated.