Xyla Quest immediately explained to Stanley Batton how he met Christopher Lancelot and why he brought her here to race.

The man remained expressionless after listening to her explanation.

Xyla knew that he was jealous.

She threw her arms around his neck and pouted. “Don’t be angry with me. Okay?”

Stanley sighed helplessly. “Xyla, what should I do with you?”

Sometimes, he really did not know what to do with her.

No matter how angry he was, his heart instantly melted when she was affectionate.

There were times when he compromised just by looking at her face.

Xyla’s smile widened. “Hmm… If you have no idea what to do with me, keep on spoiling me like a princess then.”

The corners of Stanley’s soft lips gradually curved upward into a slight smile.

“Are we good now?” Xyla asked. “You’re not jealous anymore, right?”

Stanley gently tapped her nose and teased, “You’re really something, Xyla.”

“Shall we go home?” Xyla asked.

Stanley started the car and departed right away.