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.

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

I'll be fine on

those two already," he insisted, not wanting to spend

of his adorable grandchildren, he wished he could look at them

his wife sighed. "I miss them too much,

in particular. She had other grandkids, but somehow, she missed these two the most. Wilson

yet, as two nannies held them, lulling them

and

up, Sharon and Wilson felt even more excited as they eagerly swept the children up into their arms

nodded respectfully, neither saying a word to avoid disrupting the

Wilson carried

in their large, clear

all the

and gently coaxing the children to sleep, which they did very soon in their embrace without any fuss. There was a light and milky scent on them, an aroma that appealed

still reluctant to

them already asleep Instead, they continued

quietly gazing

tiny

faces in wonder.

the edges of Sharon and Wilson's shirts. Holding these children made the

look at the adorably

them on the bed? It's very

at his grandchildren. "No, I want to carry them for

too. I came over to hold them," Sharon told them, making

have a great husband, but she also had