Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

He glanced at the jacket before looking up at her. “Whose jacket is this?”
“Josh Batton’s,” she replied softly before turning into the kitchen. She had no intention of explaining too much to this fake
husband of hers.
The moment she left, the jacket fell to the ground. Stanley got up and simply kicked the jacket aside before entering the kitchen.
By then, Xyla’s hands were behind her back, battling with the strings of her white apron. The strings had been tied loosely earlier,
so she planned to untie it and redo the knot but it had accidentally become a dead knot.
Seeing this, he instantly went up behind her, tipped his head down, and took the strings from her. He started carefully undoing
the knot.
They were standing really close. The smell of tobacco mixed with peppermint perfume invaded her nostrils. His breaths faintly
grazed the back of her neck and earlobes, causing mild electric shocks. As if her chest had been electrocuted, her heart started
beating wildly.
Xyla immediately reached behind for the strings and took a step forward, planning to undo the knot on her own. “I’ll do it.”
However, he grabbed the strings again and said domineeringly, “Stay still.”
After that, he continued his task. His warm breaths continued to brush against her, seducing her.
After a long while, he finally undid the dead knot. Without waiting for her to respond, he swiftly removed the apron from her body.
Startled, she turned to look at him. “What are you doing?”
“What’s with this face? People might think that I’ve stripped you,” Stanley said calmly, his lips curling into a subtle grin.
“Shameless.” Xyla simply rolled her eyes at him.
“You’re even more shameless than me,” he said.
“I am not!”
“You’re not?” He gave her a playful glance before adding water into the pot.
Her face instantly flushed as memories of that night resurfaced in her head. Her heart almost skipped a beat.

Stanley glanced at the pack of Samyang noodles. “Are you eating this?”
He had seen food bloggers eating this but he never touched it. To him, these were all garbage.
She quickly regained her senses and nodded. “Yeah, I plan to add a soft-boiled egg too. Samyang noodles with soft-boiled eggs
are the best combination. Go and rest outside, I’ll take care of it.”
Having said that, Xyla went over to open the package, intending to chase him out. Thanks to that awkward topic earlier, she did
not want to face him right now. Her ears burned just by recalling what he had said earlier.
“I’ll do it. You go outside,” he said. His tone was domineering, allowing no room for rejection.
“Let me do it,” Xyla insisted.
“Since you’re reluctant to leave, why don’t you stay here and keep me company?” he said faintly.
Xyla immediately rolled her eyes at him and turned to leave. The moment she turned, his lips curled into a subtle grin once more.
Back in the living room, she quickly sat down on the sofa, planning to surf Twitter to distract herself. As soon as she entered her
homepage, she saw a new post from Josh Batton on the site.