The Ugly Lady Strikes Back novel Chapter 165

Xyla hurried inside, with Stanley following close behind her.

Upon entering, she changed into a pair of slippers before looking at him and asking, “Do you have a large luggage bag?”

“Yeah, it’s in the bedroom,” he replied, pointing to the bedroom.

“Can I go in?”

“Yeah.”

Xyla immediately entered his bedroom. Entering after her, Stanley opened the closet and pulled out a huge black luggage bag from the bottom, laying it open on the floor. There were hardly any clothes in his closet. They consisted of basic colours—black, white, grey, and dark blue.

“Will you be taking all these with you?” asked Xyla.

“You decide.”

Hearing this, Xyla took out all the clothes from his closet and placed them on his bed. She started concentrating on folding them one by one, putting them into the luggage bag. When she was done, the bag was now almost filled to the brim.

Xyla let out a long sigh of relief, pulling the luggage bag to the wall. “You can pack up your personal items on your own.”

Those tiny items could be moved with one hand, requiring barely any physical exertion. Moreover, it would be awkward for her to touch something so personal.

“Okay. Do you want a drink to take a breather?” asked Stanley. His tone was casual, showing no expression on his face.

The moment he asked, Xyla suddenly felt a little parched. “Sure. I’ll just have a glass of water.”

“I’ll have to boil it now.”

“Forget it then. Bottled water is fine too.”

“It’s cold.”

“That’s fine.”

“That won’t do.”

He had used a transparent milk glass and two pieces of lemon could clearly be seen inside. The faint scent of lemon lingered at the tip of Xyla’s nose, calming her senses. Bringing out another similar lemon drink, Stanley sat down beside her.

After carefully blowing on the drink to cool it, Xyla took a small sip. It had a nice taste but the sweetness was lacking.

“How does it taste?” he asked.

“It needs a little more sugar,” she said.

Stanley got up immediately and brought out a seasoning container from the kitchen. He took out a spoonful of sugar and put it into Xyla’s lemon drink.

“Wait a minute, isn’t this salt?” she asked. Back when she had cooked for him, she had taken the salt from that container. She pointed to a different container. “That’s the sugar.”

“They’re both sugar,” said Stanley.

Xyla was flabbergasted. Had she really put sugar into the dishes she made that day?