Through the smoke in the air, Stanley slowly turned around and examined Xyla’s face with a deep look in his eyes.
“You don’t have to return anything to me for now,” he said calmly after exhaling a puff of smoke.
“Let me thank you by buying you a meal tonight,” said Xyla.
“I’ll decide on the place and send you the location on WhatsApp,” said Xyla with a forced smile.
“Okay,” he replied with a gentle look on his face.
“Is there any particular restaurant you’d like to go to?”
“Anything is fine. Wherever you like.”
The driver who overheard the conversation was shocked. He could not resist peeking at Stanley through the rearview mirror. Stanley’s gentle demeanor was giving him a heart attack. Was Stanley capable of saying things this nicely?
Why had he never known about it?
The driver had never heard Stanley saying the words ‘anything is fine’ in front of him or anyone else. This girl was amazing.
“I noticed you were acting strangely when I walked through the door earlier. Your body seemed weak. You only recovered after I held you in my arms. Why was that? Did he drug you?” asked a concerned Stanley.
“Yeah, he sprayed some sort of drug at me when I wasn’t paying attention. I immediately passed out when it happened. When I woke up, I realized my body was weak and I couldn’t even speak. I only recovered slowly after you walked through the door,” Xyla answered truthfully.
The more she thought about what happened to her, the angrier she became. If Stanley had not fired at Tom and asked his men to beat him up, Xyla would have called the police. She wanted Tom to spend some time in prison. But now that Stanley had already taught Tom a lesson, the Sullivan family would make a huge fuss if she called the police. They would also focus on the fact that Stanley injured Tom with a gunshot.
Hence, whatever Xyla and Stanley had done today was enough. Besides, Tom had failed to rape her.
Meanwhile, Stanley had shot Tom in the wrist and even asked his subordinates to beat him up. Xyla was happy to call it a draw. If she had chosen to be irrational, she would have asked Stanley to continue beating Tom up. But she was afraid.
Tom’s wrist would not stop bleeding. Xyla knew that his vein must have been torn from the gunshot. If he was not sent to the hospital soon, he might end up dying. Stanley would not be able to get away with it.
When Stanley heard what Xyla said, he stopped talking and his face became sullen.
When they arrived home, Stanley opened the door for Xyla. Barely wearing anything, she immediately sneezed when a gust of cold wind blew into the car. Seeing the state she was in, Stanley immediately picked her up.
At that moment, Xyla blushed while her heart began to pound. “I’m capable of walking on my own.”
“You seem cold. I think it’s better if I hold you like this,” said Stanley, walking into the house with her in his arms.
Inside, it was as warm as the beginning of summer. He carried her all the way to her room before carefully putting her down on the bed.
“Take a warm bath and get changed,” he said gently.
Xyla nodded slightly and returned the coat to Stanley. After that, she walked into the bathroom.
Beep, beep, beep…
Stanley received a call from Zack. He walked out onto the balcony and leaned against the window before picking up.
Leisurely, he played with his expensive, black, diamond lighter. Outside, there was snow falling from a silver sky.