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.

belts, she

be

he insisted, not wanting to spend a single minute

adorable grandchildren, he wished he could

wife sighed. "I miss them

a special connection with the twins, in particular. She had other grandkids, but somehow, she missed these two the most. Wilson shared her feelings, too. Holding hands, they walked into the nursery, pushing the door

yet, as two nannies held them, lulling them to sleep while the others were setting up

tasks, and they all worked

more excited as they eagerly swept the children up into their arms respectively. "Let us take it from here," Sharon told the nannies who

a word to avoid

Wilson carried Leon Batton in his

innocent looks in their large, clear eyes,

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

senior couple sat on the large bed, quietly and gently coaxing the children to sleep, which they did very soon in their embrace without any fuss. There was a light and

still reluctant to put

them already asleep Instead, they continued

the, quietly

tiny

faces in wonder.

made them seem like adorable dolls, their plump hands clinging on the edges of

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

don't you put them on the bed? It's very tiring

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

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

a great husband, but she also had