Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

Chapter 222

Prev Chapter
Background

Font family

Font size

Line hieght

Full frame
Yes No

No line breaks
Yes No
Next Chapter

Xyla’s head started to hurt after reading too much of these comments.

A stranger’s ill will would always come so suddenly. Many people liked to listen to gossip. Even if they

didn’t know the truth, they would follow the crowd and defame the target. Being in the entertainment

industry, she had seen too much of her own celebrities and their rivals being slandered by brainless

netizens who listened to malicious rumormongers. This was no longer anything serious for her.

In fact, it barely stirred her emotionally. Other than feeling speechless, she found it amusing.

She only had a little over a million followers on her Instagram. In the past, whenever she posted

something, the comments would never exceed ten thousand. Now, the first three posts on her timeline

had exceeded a hundred thousand comments each.

Based on this engagement level, she assumed that she must have made it into the search rankings.

She held her forehead helplessly and opened up Twitter’s hottest search ranking. Sure enough, ‘Xyla

Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt

Quest apologize’ had made it to number seven on the list.

Xyla simply clicked on it, and various foul languages from Josh’s fans and netizens blew up in her face.

Among the insults, there was one that was particularly an eyesore. “Xyla Quest is so ugly, where does

she get the confidence to cling onto our Brother Josh? Have you no shame? Xyla Quest, you b*tch!”

She snorted and returned to her homepage to type out, “There was no seduction. It’s an angle

problem. Stop disturbing me.”

The post had just been published when it attracted countless responses.

“Was there truly no seduction just because you said so? You vixen, I won’t believe you!”

“Do you think you’re really pretty, Miss? Take a look in the mirror. Don’t you think countless women in

the entertainment industry are prettier than you?”

“As a casual fan of Josh Batton, who’s not in his fan club, I’m warning you now to apologize

immediately to my idol. Otherwise, I’ll give you trouble.”

“Can you stop thinking about my idol? You’re really not worthy, Miss.”

Even if she apologized, the criticism would never stop. She was too lazy to care, so she simply got out

with Josh’s jacket and went into the house.

The silent treatment was the best way to handle rumors like this, and soon, it’ll be gone. She was not a

celebrity in the entertainment industry, so something like this didn’t affect her. As for his fans, other than

hate comments, they probably couldn’t give her any further trouble.

She was hungry and tired after the show, so now, she just wanted to make herself supper and then

take a nice bubble bath before going to bed. As she left the car, the chilling wind blew, and the faint

smell of Oud & Bergamot from the jacket invaded her senses. The scent was light but mesmerizing.

She loved this smell. She remembered the first time meeting Josh. He had been wearing this fragrance

since. It was obvious that he loved this cologne very much.

The lights at home were on. Looking up through this stormy winter night, those warm lights seemed to

Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm

be shining right into the deepest part of her heart. Opening the door, the warm air rushed over her,

instantly melting the chills on her body away.

The living room was brightly lit and the man was sitting on the sofa, drinking something. In his hand

was the black mug she had casually purchased from the supermarket previously.

The mug merely cost a few hundred bucks but in his hands, it seemed priceless.

He was wearing a set of dark blue home wear with the top few buttons opened. From this angle, the

lines of his defined muscles were barely visible. Paired with that perfect jaw and the sensual movement

of his Adam’s apple rolling down, the man looked even more alluring.

He sat up straight like a soldier. The lines on his back were sexy and tantalizing.

“You’re home,” said Stanley. Like the sound of a solo cello piece, his voice was warm and charming.

“Yeah…” Xyla hurried over and tossed the jacket onto the sofa. “I’m going to make supper.”

Report chapter Comments