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.

after in the country with rave reviews under their belts, she still

I'll be

he insisted, not

grandchildren, he wished he

sighed. "I miss

other grandkids, but somehow, she missed these two the most. Wilson shared her feelings, too. Holding hands, they walked into

yet, as two nannies held them, lulling them to sleep

and

Sharon and Wilson felt even more excited as they eagerly swept the children up into their arms respectively. "Let

word to avoid disrupting the

Batton while Wilson carried Leon Batton in

large, clear eyes,

gazes seemed capable of seeing through all the filth and evil in the

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 to

still reluctant to

already asleep Instead,

quietly gazing

tiny

faces in wonder.

plump hands clinging on the edges of Sharon and Wilson's shirts. Holding these children made

look at the adorably sleeping children, all

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

his head, then gazed lovingly at his grandchildren. "No, I want to carry them for a while.

to hold them," Sharon told them, making

she have a great husband, but she also had adorable children