Tom’s vulgarity thoroughly annoyed Xyla. With a slight frown, she took a step forward and stared at his face coldly.

“Tom Sullivan, watch what you say,” she said.

Xyla knew that Tom probably came to her in a huff because he wanted to get back at her for what she did to Mary.

“What’s the matter? Didn’t you once beg me to f*ck you?” Tom asked sarcastically with a sly smile on his face.

His words were like a needle to her heart. Xyla felt as if a hole had been pricked through somewhere in her body. Memories began to flood through her mind. Like a compressed balloon, all it took was a hole for these memories to blast through.

Back when Xyla was ugly and fat, she once asked to be f*cked in order to keep him around. However, Tom had righteously told her that he wished to wait until the night of their wedding. Moreover, he claimed that he would never engage in sex before marriage.

Like a fool, Xyla believed him. In fact, she was very touched that her Brother Sullivan was not like other