Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

"It's nothing. I just wanted to let you know," Stanley Batton said.

Xyla Quest hugged her husband tightly. "Those things won't happen to me because I believe your parents wouldn't let them." "Yeah, I know, but I just wanted to make sure," he told her.

Stanley knew his parents' temperament very well, but he still wanted to reassure Xyla in the event she felt upset at any given time. More importantly, he didn't want her to tolerate anyone who gave her a hard time. He wouldn't allow himself or his parents to upset her.

"I know. Honestly, if anything like that happened, I'd tolerate it for your sake," Xyla replied.

"I'm so protective of you that you don't even have to put up with me. Why should you put up with anyone else?" he asked.

Hearing him, she felt secure, a warm sensation flowing through her chest. Even the air tasted sweet.

Smiling, she continued to hug Stanley. "You are so unlike other people. I've struck gold with you."

"I'm the one who struck gold," he countered.

His wife was gentle, pretty, independent, elegant, and street-smart. There was nothing he could pick on, and that made her the best woman in the world.

"All right, let's stop blowing each other's trumpets and go to bed," she suggested.

"Okay."

Soon, they fell asleep, both sleeping soundly, perhaps due to the comfort provided by their own large bed.

Meanwhile, Sharon Lindt snuck out of bed and started to walk out of her room in the darkness.

Hearing her movements, Wilson Batton instantly turned on the lights, staring at her in surprise. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to check on the children. I don't feel safe letting a bunch of strangers look after them," Sharon whispered.

rave reviews under their belts, she still couldn't fully entrust her grandchildren to them. "In that case, I'm going too," Wilson said, already getting out

I'll be fine on my

he insisted, not wanting

of his adorable grandchildren, he wished he could look at

sighed. "I miss them too much,

the most. Wilson shared her feelings, too. Holding hands, they walked into the nursery, pushing

not asleep yet, as two nannies held them, lulling them to sleep while the others were setting

tasks, and they all worked

eagerly swept the children up into their arms respectively. "Let us take it from here," Sharon told the

a word to

Wilson carried

looks in their large, clear eyes,

gazes seemed capable of seeing through all the

in their embrace without any fuss. There was a light and milky scent on them, an aroma that appealed to Sharon and

were still reluctant

despite them already asleep

the, quietly gazing

tiny

faces in wonder.

dolls, their plump hands clinging on the edges of Sharon and Wilson's shirts. Holding these children made the couple feel like they were holding the

nannies surrounded them and bent over to look at the adorably sleeping children, all

you put them on the bed? It's very tiring to carry them like this," one of the

lovingly at his grandchildren. "No, I want

to hold them," Sharon told them,

only did she have a great husband, but she